Monday was my first day back...6 days after that Tuesday. I ran 7mi but it was a struggle. My mind kept repeating over and over, just keep running just keep running just keep running. I mixed it up a bit by repeating don't go fast, just go don't go fast, just go. I completed it, my time was around 10:30 per mile. Not too bad...this is the pace that I would love to maintain for the marathon, btw.
I still had not done the 14mi run that was scheduled into my training. It seemed that my mind and body couldn't get past that 10mi mark. I felt like a fraud. Am I really a "runner"? Do I actually think I am going to finish a marathon? In my head, the answer to both questions is No. But in my heart, the answer to both questions is a resounding Yes!! I want to do this, I have the desire to do this, I need to do this for myself. Even with my mind and body groaning and protesting, my heart is winning out on this and I WILL run this marathon and I WILL finish!!
I set out Tuesday, determined. I told no one how far I was planning to run. I often find that if I tell people, I usually end up giving up and feel as though I've let the people down who I've told. (even though they often say, holy cow, I couldn't run xx amount of miles!) I mapped out a route in Wakefield and set off. I put some water and energy gummies (not very good tasting...) out on my porch for a pick-me-up, knowing I was going to run by the house.
I ran through town to the lake, around it twice, over to the hilly (little ones) street, down around 7-11 and back to my house. That's 9.2miles. After a brief stretching/refueling session, I headed off for the lake again through town, around and back. Another 4.5mi. That makes for 13.7mi. Not quite 14 but good enough! The first 9 weren't too bad...the last 4 were really tough. But I did it. I finished and that is what counts.
Today I did another 4.5mi or so around Waltham with my friend, John. He's a speedster so he kept me going at a brisker pace than I usually go but it was great. I was rewarded with homemade grilled pizza (3 kinds!) and a garden salad-all from his garden. It was quite a treat.