Yesterday I did another 18 mile run. It took me 3 hours and 27 minutes, a whole minute less than my first 18 mile run. When I finished I didn’t feel awesome, I didn’t feel accomplished, I felt somewhat disappointed with how long it takes me to put in these miles. So if a marathon is going to take me at least 5 hours, will I even feel amazing? I wonder.
When I got home my husband asked, “So could you do 8 more miles?”
“You need to train more!” He was being sarcastic.
The good news is that I only have 2 more freakishly long runs left (a 19 and a 20). The bad news is that I only have 2 more freakishly long runs left (a 19 and a 20). The 20 mile run just happens to fall on my 5 year wedding anniversary! Maybe we can find a hot tub but fill it with ice instead, that’s sexy, right?
What I really need to do is stop feeling down about how slow I am, and get into the first marathon spirit. I’m not a sensitive person and don’t really cry at happy stuff, but I’ve got this sinking feeling that I just might cry at the Chicago Marathon. But what I’m not sure of is whether it will be tears of joy or tears of pain.