Ok, the famous Byrds' song was that much times two (for our younger readers—that would be anyone under 40—please look up this reference). However, and nevertheless, I actually RAN my first full-blown no walk-break run yesterday morning for four full-fledged miles...and didn't feel bad afterward! I know I am just tempting fate by continually saying how not bad I felt...just wait til Saturday, fate will laugh in my face.
But this was another milestone. Because even though I am following a "runner-approved" (=Galloway) training program, it includes walk breaks. It's actually run 3, walk 1 minute, so I always have this nagging sense of guilt when I say I "ran" ten miles—on the other hand, what am I going to say, "I ran 10 miles only I did it in three minute intervals with one minute walk breaks in between?" I think not. I ran the damn mileage, thanks very much. The rest is semantics.
Except yesterday morning: I actually DID run my first four with no walk breaks. Very exciting, but I don't plan to make a habit out of it. Too wild, zany, and danger-prone.