Well, I did it. I ran all ten miles. Around 4 1/2 miles I was getting tired, but once I hit the half-way mark at 5 miles, my spirits boosted for a bit. Then came mile 7, and my split times started to creep upward. My fastest mile (mile 3) was 10 minutes exactly, but that last mile was 11:11. Later, Bill said he just wanted to get behind me and push. I kept waving for him to go on without me, but the knight in shining armor refused to leave the side of his beloved.
Our final time was 1 hour and 44 minutes, which puts us just under a 10 1/2 minute mile pace, which is what I had been doing on my longer runs. So I'm pleased. And tired.
I have three PT goals this year, and that was one of them. I'll talk about the other two later this week, as I should accomplish the second one in a few days.