I made it!
For once in my life, I actually achieved something I set out to achieve. It doesn't happen all that often, so it feels kind of good. It went a lot better than my utter failure at NaNoWriMo anyway.
The sad thing, though, is that it only feels kind of good. Not great. After all that, I'm just so damned tired. All I want to do is rest. This month really took it out of me.
I barely made the five miles today. It took me longer than any other day so far. Luckily, I got up good and early, so I had the extra time, but man am I beat. I'm really glad that there's no onus on me to get up at 6:00 AM tomorrow to run.
I think I'm going to take a week or two off from running, to see how well my shins can heal up before I get training in earnest for the marathon I want to run this year. Jeez, if I think I'm tired now...