I ran twenty three miles this morning. This is my last long run before the marathon on July 31. That still makes me a little nervous. I've never actually run 26.2 miles and I'm going to do it for the first time in a race in a strange city. Yikes.
On the other hand, I gained three miles since my last long run, 20 miles two weeks ago. So perhaps in three weeks, I can gain three more. Right (she says, not very convincingly)?
This morning's run was beautiful. We've had great beach weather, sunny and warm, for the last two weeks with nary a cloud in sight. But beach weather isn't necessarily great running weather. This morning was perfect running weather: overcast and cool, with a good breeze every so often, but not a gale that knocked me over. I wound around and around, running over long bridges and along golf cart paths. By the last three miles, I was just putting one foot in front of the other, not caring where I ran, but not wanting to get too far away from my destination as I tried to work in those last few steps.
That has been a tough part of training for me, getting the miles in. Running has always been a way to get outdoors, to see the city, to balance my undisciplined eating habits. To run with any sort of plan, especially a plan where I have to get a certain (very large) number of miles in, sometimes in strange cities, is hard for me. I'm not a good guesstimator and I hate figuring it out online, so this morning's 4 mile loop that I was hoping to do a couple of times to log 8 miles was actually only 2.5 miles. Bummer.
But I got the miles in and this afternoon, I am as sore and tired as I have ever been running. No fun. But satisfying!
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