Two nights ago I signed up for the Mystic Places Marathon and reserved a motel room in Groton for October 22. I am officially committed to my fall marathon. This will be #6 for me, the 5th in two years. Am I nutz, healthy, or just mildly obsessed? All three seem to fit.
I ran 18+ very hilly miles in Deerfield on Sunday. Sore feet, sore legs and I was wiped out by the heat on Monday. I had great run though. Slow, but flowing. Tom made a comment in his email about the first mile being the most familiar because it is the hardest. I ran long on Sunday, and I ran hard. It was a great experience, but until I reached the bustlin center of commerce, goverment and culture that is South Deerfield I was ready to call it a day. The town square is little over a 1/2 mile from my door.
When the alarm goes off early on a Sunday morning, what seemed like such a great idea the night before really does not look like such great plan right now. Come to think of it, I had the same experience often in college back 20 years or so. Oh, were we talking about running?
It is dark, the bed is comfortable, my wife and son are asleep and I am leaving them for the next three hours. Why does any one run? Fortunately, I remember how running makes me feel when I have couple miles under me and I am cruising. I don't totally believe this until I am out the door, but I am good at going through the motions. With a bowl of oatmeal, gatorade, a couple quick cups of strong coffee I am on the road and there is no turning back.
It is now Tuesday evennning, and I am heading out the door for an easy 5 miles. Gotta go, BYE.
Keep running,
Mark
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