Arms up!

Tuesday's 3 miler was a piece of cake, obviously. Legs felt great. At the end, I really wanted to keep going. But, alas, I must rest.

The last .2 miles of our runs are pretty easy to calculate. When we turn onto NW Wilkins, our cross street, we know that we have about .2 left. Now, .2 means a lot to me. It is the distance that I will have to run after running 26 miles. And, in my particular case, I will be running 200 meters of that .2 on Hayward Track. Based on requests by my bff Jen and on Prefontaine history, I will most likely have my hands over my head for the majority of those 200 meters. Well, on Tuesday, at the end of our run, I practiced. I threw my arms up and sprinted to the stop sign on NW Wheelock Place.

Goosebumps. Let's freaking do this.