Only eleven!

That's right, we dropped down in mileage for this week, so we had the joy of flippantly informing our coworkers when they asked about this weekend's run that it was "only eleven miles." It's amazing how your perspective changes when you're training for a marathon instead of a half. I never thought I would hear David say "only" when referring to eleven miles, but when you compare it to the 17 miles last weekend or the 18 we have to look forward to this weekend, it seems like next to nothing. We spent a whole hour less pounding the pavement around White Rock Lake. Not that we were entirely ready to be finished after two hours; I'm not sure what my training buddies thought, but considering that it was the most beautiful day we've seen since Fall, I was almost hoping for a longer run. Next weekend should be nice, though; sunny and in the 50s. We're planning on celebrating our mileage with a nice picnic by the lake. That is, assuming we don't feel as though we're about to die by the time we finish.