This week was one of those you dream about, hope for, and sometimes think will never happen. Everything training wise was great and I couldn't stop smiling. My legs were pushed to the limits and kept giving me more. They were fatigue but still able to support me. I would have ran much much more but I didn't want to get injured. I figured increasing my weekly mileage by over 10 miles was probably enough. Ahh to feel like I was running free. I went on night run which I haven't done in forever. Not going to lie - it was a little scary. My neighborhood is dark. I love running in the morning while watching the sunrise - not after it's already gone to bed. On Friday I had my long run. I had some set goals, pace points, and the attitude that I was going to finish no matter what. I wasn't going to stop until 18 but deep down 20 was on my mind. After a half of a mile it was all about the twenty. I was in a grove and happy with my pace. There were moments when I didn't even realize I had music on and was instead nsync with my body. I only had one gatorade bottle and two packs of shot blocks - if it wasn't for this limitation I could have kept going. I could have done ten more but knew I would get into trouble without nutrition. I hesitate to say this but I really
enjoyed running this week in a way I haven't ever before. Is it possible that I'm becoming a
true runner?
Post evening run.
20 mile success!
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