Spancy!

10k!!!!!

Actually, it was 6.4 miles, which is more than 10k, but I'm not even going to try to translate that into the metric system, which we all know is essential for the "spancy" adjective.

To be completely honest, it wasn't intentional; it was more like a happy accident.  I was running/walking on the bike trail, which has mile markers and markers at each road that intersects.  I usually go about 2.2 miles, and turn around, more or less putting me at 4.4 miles (that kind of math I can do).  I decided to do 5 miles today, because it was beautiful out and my knee wasn't rebelling (I think it quietly accepted it's oppression).  The catch is there weren't any markers to indicate when I hit 2.5 miles.  So I kept going.

That's right.  I ran/walked 10k because of my inability to judge distance.  Who knew that would be a useful skill?

So, of course, the very first thing I did when I got home was to run to the mirror, and see if a six pack magically sprouted on my stomach on the drive home.  Sadly, it did not.  However, that didn't stop me from checking again approximately two minutes later.  And then again, after I went to the bathroom, because maybe my new magical abs were hiding in my colon.

I plan on trying to hit 10k again tomorrow.  But for now, I'm basking in my spanciness.