You learn something new every time you set out for a long run. Friday morning I learned to always check my peanut butter supply ahead of time.
I knew I had some peanut butter left, I could visualize how full it was the last time I saw the jar. Well where does peanut butter just disappear to? Did the peanut butter fairy come? Did ten thousand ants carry it off to the anthill? Did the dog grow opposable thumbs and open the jar himself?
These questions will never be answered, my best guess is that the peanut butter evaporated into the excess heat. Evaporating peanut butter, I wonder if that could cause it to rain peanut butter?
After a mini peanut butter-less panic attack, I collected myself and started a 17 mile adventure. I like to call the long run an adventure, it makes it seem less daunting. Adventure usually means fun too. My adventure turned out to be pretty uneventful though. It all went too smoothly, and I won’t complain about that.
Early on in the run I wanted to be annoyed at myself for the slower splits, in the tens. But I reminded myself that I was out on an adventure, I took a vacation day to do this, the weather was perfect, and I had a great playlist loaded with feel-good music (thank you Sia and Sara Bareilles). I also told myself that going slow and finishing the run strong will feel heaps better than going fast and breaking down at mile 10 again. So slow I stayed.
Patience rewarded me with my first ever long run negative splits. Then, to give myself an extra pat on the back, I looked at my training log on DailyMile from this weekend last year. This weekend last year I did 18 miles at a 11:36 pace. Today I hammered out 17 miles at a 10 minute mile pace. To see minute per mile improvements on the long run is fascinating to me. It really makes me feel like I did something, other than run a lot of miles.
This entire summer of training has been fascinating to me. I’m to that point in training that I wasn’t sure I’d get to.
I made it.
and I FEEEEEL GOOD! (dunna dunna duh, a la James Brown).