Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I ran 10 km without stopping. It felt good. Last year, I had come close several times, but always decided to take it slow, maybe just run 8 km, and then something always happened that prevented me from running 10 km.
This time, after about 6 km, I still felt good. I decided to go for it.
I’m glad I did. I don’t even feel as sore as I would have expected. My average mile time was only 10:40, but I’m still elated about finishing the 10 km. When I was younger, I never would have thought this is something I could do.