Running 11 miles was like a dream. When I first started running, I couldn't run for 30 seconds straight. I started at 268lbs. Running in a body like that is hard and I believe it was a few months before I could even run a mile straight. I'm still overweight, but it's so much easier to run, even if I am still very slow. When I ran 10 miles, I was tired. After 11, I was zonked. This was the hardest run of my life, but I'm hoping it is a stepping stone into some better, longer, and more enlightening runs. <3 I have this dream of becoming a long distance runner someday, where I run ultras. At least once, I want to run an ultramarathon.
I know I haven't even been in a race yet, but I know that over the past two years, I've come to love my running. It's saved me in many ways. Depressed? Run! Happy? Run! Morning, noon and night, I can run for any reason at all. I can run when I'm poor or when I have money and sometimes I run twice in one day. My longer runs are meditation. It's my leisure time and my hard working time all in one. I am never, ever more free than when I am running.