This past Saturday I ran 18 miles on a somewhat of a hilly route, and I feel great! I thought for sure that I would be moaning and groaning the rest of the day Saturday, and into Sunday. The weather was a tad chilly to begin with. Only 28 degrees and windy. Of course I took it easy though and my pace overall was 9:15. I started out real easy and for the first few miles, I was at a 9:45 pace. After 6 miles, I picked it up a bit and I was doing about an 8:30 pace. It felt real smooth and I probably could have done a bit faster, but I didn’t want to push myself . The last couple of miles were slow and by that time, the sun was really shining, and as I started to come down this hill, off to the horizon I could see Pikes Peak clear as day. It looked magnificent and I almost didn’t want my run to end.
Seeing that made me forget about how my legs ached going up that last hill. It made me forget about how cold it was when I first started out. It made me forget about how I forgot to start my Garmin when I started running. Was this mile 17 or 16? It just didn’t matter anymore.
I was diagnosed with MS about 6 years ago and I am one of the lucky ones. I don't have too many problems associated with it, and the disease has actually slowed down. I took up running 4 years ago just to see if I could do it. So far I've run 4 marathons in 2 years and 12 half marathons.