It sounds inspirational, right? And it was - don't get me wrong. I put the clipping into the cover of my binder where my training program was. But as I was hitting mile six and trying to pull myself out of a bit of a mental slump, I realize something. It's grammatically incorrect! You don't run further, you run farther. It's a matter of distance, not depth. I know, I know, I'm a loser right. But I spent a good 15 minutes trying to remember whether the clipping said "further" or "farther" and whether it should consequently be mocked. (It should!) Nevertheless, I still have the clipping in my binder.
Running farther...I've now down 2 of my 6 big runs. It's odd what happens to you over a period of 3 hours or so. I started off the run feeling pretty crummy. I had been waking up in the middle of the night thinking it was Saturday, not Friday, and I was a bit discouraged to find out that it was indeed Friday. A lot of small things hadn't gone my way in the prior 36 hours and a 16 miles run just didn't feel like it was the best way to improve my mood. Go figure - I was wrong.
Soon after the further/farther debate, the irksome things of the first few miles (my annoying snowspikes/my skimask/my new sports drink flavor) seemed not too important at all. The final 10 miles sorta just flew by. The sun started peaking out of the clouds and by the last 4 miles, it was almost a clear sky. My body went from fatigued and tense to relaxed and strong. For the second week in a row, my strongest miles were my last miles. I know I'm a Sport Psychology student, so I am supposed to say this - but seriously - exercise makes you feel better. Even exercise that takes over 3 hours (even if I could watch 2 movies during that time...thank you, Katie! :-p). The thing is...after training for this long, I don't know what else to do, but to want to run father.
And for now, 48 days until the Shamrock Marathon...
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