I don't think I have ran that long or hard in years, I just kept telling my legs to man up in hopes that they wouldn't give up on me.
I was soaked from my head down to my toes. It was amazing, but the aftermath was terrible. I forget that I'm not a spring chicken anymore. Parts of my body were swollen and sore that I wasn't even aware existed. YOUCH. I am 100% sure that I could at least run a half marathon now.
I'd have to train more consistently of course.
I still haven't been able to talk to my brother about my run yet, though I'm sure he'd be really proud of me. Realistically he'd probably say something smart like he could run faster than me and better than me if he hopped on one leg, which is probably true. He's so ripped, I can't wait until he's old and has a pot belly.
During this run I thought of many things, mostly him, and all the ways we tormented each other as kids, but how deeply we have always loved each other too. I'm fairly certain had it not been for Celine Dion's "Because you loved me", my brother would still be pissed off at me. He would hole himself up in his room and I would sing this song to him by the door (my way of saying I was sorry, of course) and then he'd open the door and we'd embrace. I think I made him mad on purpose just so I could have him hold me in his arms. I miss him. I miss him so much.
When my heart got ripped out and stomped on by my first boyfriend my brother was right by my side. He'd slept in my room with me until I felt better and he would hold me until I was done crying. He really has always been my hero. When he joined the military he only solidified that.
Also, thanks for the sweet matching 90's track suits--thooper thweet!
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