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Last month I told you about running my first 8k. Well, while I was at it, I went ahead and ran a 10k a few weeks later. 6.2 miles in 1 hour and 7 minutes. I’d set a goal to finish a 10k before having another baby and here I am, not ready for baby 2, and already done with my goal.

I do think six miles might be my limit. I walked a lot the last two miles. And the thought of running seven more (a half-marathon is really the next big race distance) is still very daunting. Maybe after theoretical baby 2.

I started off strong, maybe a little too strong. I ran my first mile at a 9:40 pace and my second at a 10-minute pace (if only it were a 5k, I could have easily finished sub-30!). But by mile 5 and 6, I was down to a pretty slow 11:38, which is probably why I felt so drained. Lesson learned – don’t stay with my faster friends for a mile and a half.

I think I am going to run a 5k in April (if I can ever get myself back into my running shoes) and another 10k in May and then I might be done for the season. It’s too hot to race here in the summer and I’ll be single-parenting for a good portion of it, which means I have to run with the dreaded jogging stroller and a 27 pound toddler. No thanks.

 Me at the finish line with my friends, Laura and Bill: