.2 miles short of a 10k

I ran 6 miles today, and really, I'm starting to become addicted. I don't feel that way before I run or really during, but afterward, I'm addicted. Actually, the runs are getting easier, and I'm not feeling as winded or side stichy. Today I only got one side stich (a doozy ) while running up the 4th hill in a row after 4 miles of running. Right after that, there was a water stop, and it was really hard to get myself back to jogging again. I walked a little and then, yelling "I am Trinity" to myself, I started up again. I'd say that I only walked about a mile in all, if that, which is significantly improved from where I was 3 weeks ago when running a block made me pukey.

So Vanessa, give me until my 8 miler, and I will probably be ready to run a 6 with you. Just be kind.

Damnit, though, they didn't have pretzels today, and vanilla cookies are just nasty after a run to me, so I was not happy. I don't do sweet after running--yes, I know it's odd since I would do sweet over anything all the time. Went to Le Peep afterward, and I could barely eat my pancakes, which are usually my staple post running food. I just wanted eggs, eggs, and more eggs. My body is weird.

Ok, but here's how addicted I am--I'm tempted to stay in town for the 4th of July so that I can run a little 5k (ha! I called a 5k little) for practice. I've never done a real race before, so I figure it will give me some practice knowing sort of what to expect. I'll probably come in last and will owe the company the $25 timing chip since they will have packed up and left by the time I finish, but what the hell. Then maybe I'll fly out to Colorado for Glinda's housewarming that weekend.