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The one when I ran 7 miles

I remember the first time I ran 7 miles.

I was in Tallahassee, Florida. I was training for my half marathon to take place in June. The year was 2012.

It was a big deal. I'd never run that far before. Never. When I finished, I remember feeling elated. I remember thinking to myself "I JUST RAN 7 MILES!" I went to Panera after and got a bagel. I went home, ate my bagel, and iced my knees.

I'll be running 7 miles tomorrow. I love that 7 miles doesn't scare me this time around. I love that I know I can do it. I'm not so cocky to think it will be easy or that the run will be a good run. I still have days in which my run is hard.

But tomorrow, I'll run 7 miles and think about 2012 when I did it for the first time. I'll remember not to forget the feeling. I'll remember that 7 miles is a big deal.

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