I’ve been rather pleased with the way my speed work has progressed. The long run build, however, has been rather difficult. While I shouldn’t be surprised, I must say that it is humbling.
On Saturday, I set out late morning for a 14-16 mile run. My targeted 16 miles was quickly reduced to 14. The run was hot, and boring, and LONG. Can you believe that: A long run felt LONG? To make matters worse, the people out were the most unfriendly lot yet. Well, with the exception of Betty (my neighbor’s mother). I slowed to a walk for a few minutes to say Hi and catch up briefly then returned to my plodding.
It was all I could do not to walk the entire return trip. Instead, I stopped on a bench to whine to the Twittosphere and started up again. A mile later, I got word that a dear friend was heading to the running store. It just so happened that my car was parked there and I really wanted to be able to say “hello.” It was just enough motivation for me to fight the urge to walk.
A short while later, as I was complaining that my level of fitness was comprised of far too little FIT than I wanted, I felt a little déjà vu. Could it be that this is all a part of the plan? Maybe we are supposed to be beaten down so that we can learn to fight back. After all, isn’t that what happens on race day?