I Rock. Yup. Rock. No Doubt.

I'm feeling pretty damn bad ass right now. I really wanted my long run on Wednesday to be 9 miles after running 8 two weeks in a row but as I walked out the door in the 37 degree weather, I kept telling myself 'If you don't, you don't. No big deal'. But guess what? I did it. Yup. I kicked that 9 miles ass! In fact, I kicked it so good that I actually ran 9.1! I know! Back off me sister! Now, I may be getting a wee bit too technical by mentioning that .1 but seriously! If I'm going to brag and act like a freaking rock star, I should just go ahead and go all out! 9.1! And you know what? I was able to walk today!! I have a weird pain where my right cheek meets the back of my leg (and after all this running, that meeting point is a bit easier to see, I must say....sorry, being a bad ass rock star again) that just feels a bit tweaked but nothing horrible. When I got home from the run, I made the mistake of trying to head straight upstairs to throw in some laundry(as a side note, leaving all these damn Mom chores undone while I get my 'me-time' in is still something that causes a major case of the guilts...) and my legs clearly shouted "uh, no. I don't think so" so I literally turned around and went back down! But by the end of the day, all was well, just a little bit of tightness. I just am so happy. 9 miles! I'm having one of those 'I never thought I'd run a 5k and I just ran 9 miles!' moments that has lasted since I finished the run. I'm going to try and get out there tomorrow for another short run, but if I still have this ass tweak, I may hold off until Saturday.
Did I mention that I'm a freaking Rock Star!?
I think in my next post I'll be a little less full of myself but right now, I still say I'm pretty freaking fantastic.