63,360 Feet

5,280 feet are in one mile.  Yup.  That's a lot. 
Times that by 12 miles and you have 63,360 feet. 
Divide that by 173 minutes and I discovered a totally and completely irrelavant fact that I ran 366.24 feet per minute today. 

But that's the kinda math fun I've been having to reaffirm I ran a crap load of miles and maybe more importantly...I ran for very close to three hours today (counting the 4 stops due to my strong belief in taking full advantage of any aid stations I passed and the 1 porta potty that just was sitting there by a construction site that I at first thought was a very cruel mirage.)   

Thanks to Aunt Sharon for sending the "pot at the end of the rainbow" picture!  Very fitting!

Yes...you more experienced runners out there might be thinking...that's kinda slow and you would be right on.  And I say, "I may have been out there longer than most (if not all) BUT it was with a smile on my face.  Here's another number...14.  14 weeks ago I had a tough time running for 5 minutes in a row.  I starting this thing with a run/walk program (Couch to 5K- loved it) and this morning...on Mother's Day ( a day I would normally be spending sleeping in and eating french toast in bed while my husband wrangled my 3 small children)...I ran 12. 

TWELVE. 
2 more than 10 
1.1 less than 13.1
...and all the sudden one of my favorite numbers. 

I having difficulty believing I did it but my muscles are doing a good job reminding me.

On the last mile today, I thought of Hannah.  I think its now a habit I have on all my runs.  The last mile is always for her.  Today...Mother's Day...was even more bittersweet.  I am over the moon I ran twelve but I also am wondering how tough her "training" was today and if she thought of the mother she never knew and the ones that have stepped in and out of her life since.  I'm so grateful for my mother...my kids and my opportunity to run for Hannah. 

12...wow.   Who'da think 12...