|Ignore the time at the top... check the distance in the bottom right|
Last year when I was training for my Ottawa half marathon I decided I wanted to run a few of my longer runs on my own to have the confidence to know I can run the distance and fight through the inner demons when they appear. It worked last year.
This year I decided I wanted to run this absurd distance by myself because I can. Truthfully I almost didn't reach my goal. Between 26 and 28k I pretty much wanted to curl up in the wet muddy ditch and cry, but I was in the middle of nowhere and knew the only way to get home was to keep going even if my pace was slower and slower. I was tempted to stop at a few people's homes and even the running store and call the hubs and get him to pick me up. My vanity interfered with those thoughts though. After that distance I know I look fug and I knew I was in desperate need of a shower.
So thanks to my extreme stubborn nature and my concern with my appearance I persevered and completed 35k. Now could somebody please get me a Stella - it is my birthday after all.