It felt like I had run a marathon. My legs were feeling like jello but I kept pushing them forward. My trusty companion just trotted along next to me, but even she was slowing down. Good old Dodger is ten years old, and you know that's 70 in dog years. She just is up for any challenge. We got back to the house and I looked at my pedometer, which I don't know how to set but I thought I would just try it out. It said 3.5 miles. I knew this could not be right. I had ran that far with no problem and I knew this was my longest run I had ever done. So I got in the car and retraced my steps, sort of. I was running along a bike path so I couldn't retrace it perfectly. Anyway, guess how many miles we ran yesterday?
Ok I'll tell you......9 miles!