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10 miler, the first run of 2012

So on Sunday, I had a long run. Looking back, I’ve done many long runs in my past ‘training’ and I never was as nervous as I was for this 10 miler. You see, I haven’t run more than 8 miles in oh, a month, and that 8 miler was basically a decision one to get back on the training plan. Alas, using the word un-prepared would be a good way to describe this ‘training’ I like to think that I do before a ‘race’. Lots of terms used loosely in this post it seems.

Training is hard for me. I don’t know why, but I always struggle with it. I guess almost knowing that no matter my time, finishing is all that matters, and finishing and having fun is much more important than a number on the clock that I’ll run under after any given amount of miles in front of me.

I guess I’ve finally gotten in the mentality of running for fun. Anyways, back to the 10 miler. Literally going off basically no base, and realizing that I have a half in oh, two weeks, I needed to know I was physically able to run that far… which once I got to 5 miles, I thought to myself, as I usually do, two more 5Ks to go! My feet were pretty sore and I’m stiff, but other than that, I did it. It wasn’t fast, but hey, sometimes just knowing that you still got that mileage in the tank is reassuring. Granted, I like to push the envelope of stupiditiy and know that it’s not enough for a marathon, and yes, I will up my mileage, but starting with nothing and continuing to increse always baffles me.

How do I always know how to run? It’s something that sometimes I really truly hate to do, but at the same time, I know I can always count on it to be something I CAN do. That is something I am beyond grateful for. It’s said all the time, mostly on facebook and twitter, but nothing compares to that feeling you have after a run and it’s true. I need to keep reminding myself that during this time that I’m in training. Saying no to staying out late, passing on that beer, trying to cut down on the bad food, will all make me feel that much better at the end a run, and when I cross that finish line in March… I know no matter what my time is, I will have had fun and another interesting journey to the finish.


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