Danielle and I set out after joking about skipping the walk and going for breakfast. Danielle picked a great route with some good hills. The hills killed me and emphasized how sore I was and that the jogging took more out of me then I had thought. It seemed to take forever to get to 2 miles. I wanted to quit then. But Danielle encouraged me to keep going. Getting to 5 miles was really hard too. My back was starting to hurt from carrying Zoe and my hips and inner thighs were killing me. I was still contemplating quitting but again thanks to Danielle we kept going.
After the halfway mark, Zoe started cranking, so I began to get worried that we wouldn't be able to finish. Getting to the halfway mark renewed what little motivation I had. But Zoe was getting up set so we called for Danielle's husband to come get us. We made it to about mile 8. I am disappointed but I was trying to be mindful of my body and that the marathon is next week. NEXT WEEK! And I have taken on a lot in the past week; swimming and jogging. And pushing myself to hard so close to the marathon could actually jeopardize that marathon and that would suck.
When I got home I was so dead! I just crawled into bed. That was one of the first times that I was so exhausted afterwards. I realized that I had made the right choice to quit. Or to rephrase it in a positive way to end.