8 miles. no, not the eminem song. 8 miles of pounding the pavement. it was like running in a stew. except i was the meat. or the potato. space city boulevard is my nemesis. still love my running skirt. note to male runners: please refrain from wearing cologne/aftershave/heavily scented deodorant. yes, wear antiperspirant/deodorant. please. first longer run in new shoes. okay. i wish we had started earlier. it is somewhat demoralizing when the speedier groups pass you on the way out, run farther and still pass you on the way back. oh well. back of the pack is at least still in the pack. i did it.