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Thank goodness for peer encouragement!!

I DID IT!!!!!  5 mile run is in the books.  Whoop Whoop!!!  I was really looking forward to this run today.  I like accomplishing new goals and distances.  It's become an obsession of sorts.  Which can be good or bad I guess. 
I'm not going to give you every little detail about this KICK ASS run.  But here's how things started out. 

Zoot Comp...I tend to get really sore in my lower legs/calves after a long run.  So, like any serious runner, ha ha, I decided I'd try some of these compression socks.  They are NOT kidding when they say compression.  Really.....the box should just say CAUTION: TIGHT F'ING SOCKS INSIDE.
I swear it took me 10 minutes to get those damn things on.  But boy they felt good once I did.  And my legs feel great after my run.  No soreness.  Yet.  :) 

I only stopped once to shed a coat but other than that, I felt pretty good.  I usually struggle with the turn around and sometimes Wade will come get me or I'll just run to wherever they are working on the ranch that day.  Thought I'd give him a day off from the pickup service since he wasn't feeling well.  I might have cussed him when I did get to the turn around and was thinking it sure looked like a LONG way back to the house. 

I listened to Jillian's podcast today.  Perfect subject for this run.  Conquering your fears.  There was a part in there where she suggested envisioning some of your peers doing the same thing and see if that helped.  Cause most people believe that if the other person can do it then so can they.  It worked!!  So, here's a shout out to my running peeps!!  Tara, cause she got this whole "running" thing in my head and hasn't quit yet.  Katie W. and Steff for their posts about running the hills.  I have one big hill on my road and when I wanted to stop I thought about all  the hills they pry ran today.  Jamie, cause I knew she might possibly be running her 5 miles at the same time and I know how strong she is.  She wasn't going to stop and neither was I!  And again........with the "fast" girl at the race.  :)  She will forever be my encouragement!!

And.....most of all.  To Sammy W. for helping me realize that maybe farmer blowing my nose and spitting every 10 steps isn't really necessary.  During a race.  When people are running beside you.  :)

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  1. The socks really help? I get pretty sore in the shin/calf area and was thinking of investing in some as well. Where did you get yours?

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  2. They did feel really good! I got them at Athleta.com. One of my friends uses the sleeves too and not the full socks.

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