But at least one noteworthy thought is that I completed 2 successful 20-plus-milers this season and am still walking to tell about it. Which I have not achieved in trainings of yore, and which is very good for the psyche of the future. (Namely the 26-mile race 2 weeks from tomorrow.)
Not the easiest run. Surest sign you're reached the end of a 4-month training program is that (much like REM might suggest) everything hurts. Or, more accurately, aches. Lower back. Hip sockets. IT band. Kneecaps. Shoulders. The last 4 miles from the Science Museum and down the Rose Kennedy Greenway to home, I kept a running pace primarily because I repeated in my head, much like an overzealous motivational speaker:
"Almost there. Almost there. Almost there. Almost f***ing there. You can do it. Come on."I was happy, though, to have returned to the Charles on a crisp afternoon quiet of runners but busy with a breeze strong enough to make waves on the water. Those 13 miles of trails passed twice as quickly as the 7 it took to come and go from them.
Which is a primary reason I went back there this morning .... to get the job done with a minimum of fuss. And thus it was so. Again, it was quiet. This past week was a typical November week of chilly rain and wind -- and as a result, the Blue Heron Trail in Watertown was obscured by enormous oak and maple leaves, melted together like soggy grocery bags. However I failed to ever lose my balance. The first 3 miles felt creaky -- the last 10, easy.
Of course, I was truly only motivated to run as hard and as much as I did by what was waiting for me at the end .... namely 4 of my best lady friends and a corner booth at the incomparable Deluxe Town Diner of Mt. Auburn Street.
|Joy, Anne, Brandi & Christilyn post-feast|
|Last seen August 15|
A worthy morning, indeed.