Saturday morning I got up at 6:00 am, ate some oatmeal with peanut butter, then took off. It was a beautiful day and I ran into my friend again. The run in general went okay. Around mile 8 or 9 I looked at my running app on my phone and noticed that it had frozen. I have no idea how long it was frozen for. I think I actually ended up running about 19 miles.
Around mile 17 I called Luke to give me some emotional support. My feet felt like they were broken and my knees like they were about to pop out of their sockets (sorry for the gruesome image). He talked to me and motivated me and told me what a great job I was doing. I'm so thankful for a husband who supports me and encourages me to keep my goals, and tells me I can do hard things. I asked if he would be willing to go the last mile with me. Of course he readily agreed. Him and Lottie met me on my last mile and helped me finish strong.
I know when I am actually running the marathon that they will be there supporting me 100%. And when the going gets tough, I can just picture Charlotte waiting for me at the finish line with a smile on her face.
I can do hard things.