I checked it out. If I was to run from my home in Maynooth Park in Ireland to Trinity College in Dublin, where I spent 4 wonderful years, it would be just over sixteen miles. Well, that's how far I ran this past weekend. Imagine! SIXTEEN miles. I don't know why, but this number has a much bigger impact on me than any before. It might be because the idea of running into Dublin from my home seems quite ridiculous to me. When I put it in context like that, I'm amazed at how far I've come.
The long run this past weekend was in Capitola and Santa Cruz. We ran along the coast, past the boardwalk with all the rollercoasters, past the pier and the sea lions and on up along the cliffs. We passed many beaches, some with surfers, some with volleyball players, some with dog owners and their four legged friends playing in the water. The weather was completely perfect, slightly overcast and cool. I ran the whole way with two wonderful women with great senses of humor who kept me going the whole time. We chatted and laughed, we made up stories about the people we passed and we encouraged each other when the going got tough. I didn't notice the time pass. Really. I couldn't believe that sixteen miles was easier than my race just one week before. Check out the path here http://rnkpr.com/a55pu6
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