10 Miles all spread throughout the day. I feel like I can trick my body into accepting more miles without falling apart when I sneak in several runs. This morning I went with James to cheer for him in his half marathon. He got a great PR & I'm very proud of him. I didn't realize it, but this race, "London's Run" was started by a family who lost a little 6 year-old girl to cancer. It was so touching. Before the race, they not only had the national anthem and a really sweet prayer, but then her mother got up and told London's story and how cheerful she was throughout all the difficult treatment she received before she died. She ended by saying that we all have difficult things to do, and we should try to follow London's example and still enjoy our life even through the hard times--and that is what we were all here to do: run a long race, feel the pain of it, and keep going. I was crying like a sprinkler by this time. Ever since I became a mother things like this just gets to me so much more. London's mother came in 2nd in the 10K, I think. What a great way to honor someone's life!
While I was waiting for James to come it I ran a rather quick 3.5 miles. Later this evening I ran 1.5 miles with my 7 year-old, .8 miles with my 5 year-old, and about .5 with my little 3 year-old. Then I finished the rest of the miles with Sparky. That's definitely a PR for him in terms of daily mileage--around 4 miles. My fastest mile was 9:37.
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