There is one week left until my San Francisco Half Marathon. That meant today was the last long run of my training - 12 miles.
Until today, the longest run I’d completed was about 11 miles. Today was important because I needed to reassure myself that I can do it and that I am not insane for wanting to do it.
It was a perfect morning for running… sunny, warm(ish), and little wind. T and I went through the park to the beach, a distance of three miles. Then, we made it back to the start and I headed out again for a second lap. T smartly chose to end it after the first go-round and headed home.
What did I learn from today’s run?
Well, I know that my body only gets sorta angry during and after running that far. Walking home I was only slightly shaky, which subsided after T fed me some juice, a banana, and some fabulous French toast. However, my physical appearance must have given me away since I had sweat so badly I looked as if I had walked through a rain forest. (Thanks Susan for the phrase.)
I also learned that during these long runs I must drink some water and eat something. I plan on taking a granola bar or two with me next week for the race. Lastly, I learned that I am not as fast as I thought I was. My last six miles were extremely slow and I passed only one person the entire time. Meanwhile, I was getting blazed by dozens of runners (you know, I think they were professional, they looked professional).
So what’s the verdict? I am still going to run. I still plan on running almost all, if not all of the race next week, and I will be very proud of myself for finishing, cuz it’s no picnic.
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