We’re now at the point in this session’s training where we’re doing about 18 kilometres of running on our long slow distance runs. That’s pretty close to the 21.1K needed to cover a half-marathon, so really, we’re just about there. Overall, I think I must be doing something right because this 18K run as well as last week’s were really quite good. I’ve been expecting to feel worn out, or like my body has been pummelled, but in all honesty both times I’ve finished smiling–fatigued, but smiling. Sure, I can attribute these strong finishes to the fact that I ate some complex carb cereals before these runs, but I’m sure the fact that I’ve improved also plays into it. Heck, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t give myself some credit on this one. I’ve well and truly been training year round so of course I’m going to come out my runs in better condition than I did perhaps a year ago.
Today I ran with two people, one of whom is going through the half training for the first time. Due to an injury last week, this was her first week conquering 18K. Ooh, the look on her face at the end was definitely one of accomplishment. I mean, it’s not close to a full-marathon distance, or any of the ultra races, but wow, eighteen kilometres is a freaking long way to go, you know? Why the heck do we put ourselves through any of this? It’s veritably insane. At the same time, each and every runner understands.
Never mind the fact that I’m out there for longer than 2 hours.
Never mind the fact that I end up sweating like a pig and dripping with snot.
Never mind the fact that I’m putting your body under a huge amount of stress.
In the end, it’s all OK because I end up doing something that was probably unimaginable before. I thank God for the fact that I can run; I really never thought it possible with my flat feet and all. No limitations!
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