Last Sunday, I retired my first pair of running shoes.
Last Sunday, I ran the longest distance to date, 14km, and with no walking breaks.
It is hard to describe my feelings on this run.
On the one hand, I felt strangely emotional, even a bit sad. After all, these shoes took me places I never thought I would reach. My first running steps. My first race. Three different countries. Cold runs which left my toes numb and runs which made me almost faint from the heat.
On the other hand, I felt exited for the new distance and a slightly new route.
After I finished, I felt totally badass. That’s like 2/3rds of a half marathon, and, to be honest, I could keep going. Even though I was tired, for the first time I believed, deep down, that I can really do this.
I can run a half marathon in October. Sure, there’s much needed training still ahead, but now I feel like I am up to the challenge.
Lastly, I did this run in the evening. After all this talk about morning running, I still struggle to get up and fit my runs in early. Well, tomorrow is another try. One day, I’ll get there.
Time: about 1h28mins (my app crashed, so I don’t know the exact time)
P.S. The next run will be on my new shoes! Stay tuned!