|ProCompression and Aspaeris shorts, what would I do without you?|
I have a love/hate relationship with long runs. I love them when they are done, I hate thinking about how long they will take. I can't think about them too much over the week or I psych myself out. I have to causally prepare. Locate fuel, water bottle, compression gear on the DL without alerting my brain to what I am actually going to do. I am in awe of people who regularly crank out 16-20 mile runs like it is no big deal at paces that I can't even tackle during a 5K. That being said I appreciate that every runner is different and instead of feeling frustrated about being slower than others I choose to let them inspire me to train harder and pick up the pace occasionally.
I also love long runs because they are the runs that I don't feel guilty about keeping a pace between 11 to 12 minute miles. If they happen faster that is great but I don't go into them thinking today is the day I do all miles under 9 minutes. Usually I am thinking yay I get to snack while running. All about the food, always.
|Fuel of choice: swedish fish & zone bar. Didn't eat the gel.|
I had a funny moment that made me realize today why I was running so far today. A gentleman on a bike passed me a few times as I lumbered down the bike trail. The last time he passed he said I was the energizer bunny and asked how many miles I was doing. I answered 16. He replied, "oh are you training for a marathon?" I paused for a minute and thought yes I guess I kind of am. I eventually want to run one and am thinking of doing one in the spring but have none on the schedule currently. Why was I running so dang far today? I answered "No, just want to see if I can." And apparently I can, even if it means being a little bit uncomfortable.