I was supposed to do 5 easy miles this morning but ended up doing 11. Yes, 11. Allow me to explain. So Darian told me that she had to do 11 miles today and I was just going to run with her for the first 2.5 then turn around. But then my dad said to my sister, "So you're just going to be running by yourself for the next 8.5 miles after he turns around?" to which my sister replied, "Well I guess Kale could run 11 miles with me." Normally I would have said NO WAY to this, but because I didn't get a run in yesterday I felt sort of obligated to. It was an okay run, we ran 4 miles over to Bloomington, did the 3 mile Bloomington loop, then came back, it was pretty nice outside this morning. I used my compression sleeves for the first time today and I didn't see a huge difference. My legs weren't hurting too bad though which was good. At the end of our run, Darian said, "My legs are pretty sore, I've never run this far before." Confused, I said, "Wait, you've never gone 11 miles before? Why do you have to do it now a week away from your first indoor race?" She replied, "Oh I don't have to do this, I just wanted to get some fun mileage in." At this point you could say that I was pretty angry with my sister. "So you mean to tell me, you could've run 5 easy miles with me today instead????????" ".......Yep." I guess it wasn't that bad of a run, but I wouldn't necessarily call it 'fun', and I really wish she would've told me I didn't have to run 11 miles before I did it. | 