I just ran the farthest I've ever run. Booyah bitches. 10 miles (actually 9.8, damnit gmap-pedometer, why do you have to be so precise!). I ain't fast. I ain't pretty. But I put one leg in front of the other, and, an hour and 40 minutes later, I arrived back where I started, albeit with very sore legs.
3 miles is easy peasy now. 5 miles is my normal 'go out and chug away' run, still feels good, but can be rough around the edges. During triathlon training, I got into 7 and 8 miles, and they felt okay, just a bit longer than my 5-6 milers. But I definitely felt the extra 2 miles today. By the last 20 minutes, my knees started aching, and it became more and more difficult to maintain my pace. But I pushed myself the last 5 minutes and finished strong, woot woot. My legs will be sore tomorrow, but it's good to know I can do it!
And suddenly, 13 miles doesn't seem so bad...good thing because I'm running it in one month! Sponsor me!