Sometimes, I get these crazy ideas in my head. I'm tellin' ya, crazy. Last night at work, my oh-so-wonderful idea was that when I got off at 8, I was going to go run 5 miles. WHAT?

I went home, changed into my gym clothes, kidnapped my best friend Amy to come along, and we were off. We had some well needed girl talk on the way there which helped keep me distracted from what I was about to do. HA!

Got to the gym, pranced in the doors, and hopped on that treadmill right away. My biggest fear was that the gym would close before I had the chance to finish. {FYI: Our gym closes at midnight. I was obviously overthinking it + underestimating my ability to actually do it. Haha!}

Mile 1 one was alright... The hardest part of my runs always seems to be finding my pace and getting in the groove. Once I get past that, it's all good.

Mile 2 was okay... I had figured out my pace by this point, but my sides started cramping pretty early. I just kept pushing through because I knew it'd go away but it was seriously hard! I just kept telling myself to keep moving.

Mile 3 was AMAZING! The cramps went away and I was feeling great! I think I just needed to hit my halfway mark to stay motivated!

Mile 4 was up and down. One second I didn't think I'd be able to finish, the next I was jacking up my speed on the treadmill a bit. The last half mile was fantastic!

And just like that... I RAN 5 FREAKING MILES.

Reality... Haha!