On Sunday night, I completed my longest run in 10 months - six miles. I know, pretty pathetic, but I still feel good about completing it. Baby steps, grasshopper, baby steps. The most encouraging piece of it is that I felt good on the run and didn't really tire at the end. Not running in the heat of the day definitely helps; although the temperatures at night are only dropping into the lower 70's. I ran 17 miles back on August 26th of last year. At the time, I was training for my ninth marathon before I realized that my heart wasn't into it and quit training. I enjoyed the six-mile run last night, but the thought of running 11 more miles on top of that is really just not appealing to me.
There is a really nice, local half-marathon at the beginning of October that I'm thinking about running. It will give me a goal to work for that isn't too daunting. I could go out right now and run 13.1 miles if I was of such a mind. I'm not saying that I would feel good doing it, or that it would be at any kind of respectable pace, but I could do it. Considering my past exploits, running a half-marathon isn't a big deal to me. I know that I can run at a good pace and still feel good at the end. If I want to do 12 weeks of training for the half, I would need to start on July 14th (two weeks from now). I'm still deciding, but I'm leaning toward running it. I think that it will be fun. Plus, I love running in the Fall.
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