I am addicted....

Well it has happened, I have become addicted. Not just to running but to my Skippy peanut butter. I had my long run of 10 miles, and I truly thought I was going to die. I have heard of this running wall, but have never actually felt it, until mile 10.... My legs could not go anymore and my mind could not go anymore. I have heard everyone say, it is a mental game and you have to push through it, but I was having a hard enough time walking the short distance to my house. I run 8 miles and I feel great! But there is something with that 10 mile mark that has me spooked. The best advice I have gotten so far to combat it is run 10 1/2 miles to show my body it can do it, so guess what 10 1/2 miles it will be this Sunday. Am I looking forward to it? Not yet but I am looking forward to 8, is that crazy or what? And everyday I have to have my scoop of Skippy. I say to myself it is a Tablespoon vs. the actual 1/4 cup that it is. Don't ever tell my trainer I eat peanut butter like it is going out of style, but hey, every girl has got to have her vice. I eat it on apples, I eat it on a granola bar, and yes I eat it right off the spoon.

As you can see, the next part of my journey is figuring out my diet and adding in a few more carbs to help the old muscles recover and repair. I have endless possibilities, Skippy on toast, Skippy on English muffins, Skippy on bagels, Skippy on Pancakes, Skippy on waffles... I wonder what Skippy will taste like on my French Toast?