I have this crazy idea that despite what all the training plans say, I HAVE to run the full 13.1 to make sure I can do it. That whole the race fever will carry you, I just don't believe it. So Sunday I have 11 on the books but was planning on 12. I started with a couple of girls I always have fun running with. Julie is game for adventure and Jessica just makes me laugh. If I can run and laugh, I know I am doing ok. They didn't have as many planned. Julie had six and Jessica had gotten there an hour earlier for her 12 so they both only did six with me. BUT IT WAS GEORGOUS! After cold, rain, sleet and yes, even snow, I was ready to run on such and amazing day. Julie had the bear mace at the ready, but all we saw were butterflies and bunnies. It was too pretty to just do 11 or 12 so after my 6 I went back for more. I went out 4 with the intent of stopping at the 12 marker on the way back, but I just kept going. It was warm but not hot. Peaceful, but not too quiet with other runners and bikers sharing the path. So I did it. The whole 13.2 and now I can assure myself I can do it. Flying Pirate, here I come!