I nearly said to hell with it, that was close enough, but no...I walked around the park once, lapped back, and hit the door at 14.01.
I did the same thing today that I did last week: broke it up into less mentally challenging chunks. At five miles, I planned on stopping to get a cheap McD's drink and change my socks (got a burger, too, because hell, I was hungry so why the hell not?)
At 10 miles I stopped for frozen yogurt and to change my socks (because, hell, I didn't get fries with the burger, so why the hell not?)
I had an unexpected detour into the grocery store because I realized my Camelback was getting low, and grabbed a drink to go, then headed towards the big city park.
And at 12 miles, my feet and knees were telling me "Enough!"
By then it was hot out, I was tired, and I just wanted to get home. Which was a mile and a half away. Funny how that worked, eh?
I think 14 would have been less problematic yesterday; today I was already a little tired when I started out, and while the first ten were all right, that last four kind of sucked. Especially the last half mile...I'm pretty sure I shuffled through that one at a wonderful 23 minute/mile pace.
Now, if only I had some vodka slush to cap off the afternoon...