I ran 16 miles this morning. I was afraid of that distance all week, but I decided to get out there and pretend that I ran 16 miles all the time. You know what? It totally worked. I breezed right through it and if I wasn't sticking to a specific training plan, I would have absolutely kept going to 18 or 20 or however far I got until my legs gave way.
Right now, I feel like I can do anything and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I'm training for a marathon. I crave this feeling. It's my drug and by the end of the week, I'll be ready for another dose of it. I feel powerful and invincible. I feel like climbing a mountain, or cleaning out my garage - equally daunting tasks.
Instead, I'm going to take a scalding hot shower and eat a cranberry walnut bagel (with butter) and drink an entire pot of coffee. Then, in about 6 hours, I'm going to soak my feet in an ice bath and pray to the good Lord that I don't lose another toenail. Oh well, even invincibility has it's drawbacks.
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