It's funny. This whole running thing. Since I've only been at it for less than 2 years, I still am not used to the swing. The upwards and downwards of distance. The feeling good some days and like crap others. When I have felt like crap, I feel like I'm not a "real runner." But, no matter how short my history, yes I am.
I did 6 miles last Wednesday and then 8 on Saturday and felt amazing. It's been a while since I've done much more than 5 at a time, and also a while since I did that much mileage without stopping. Yes, it's been cold. Yes, I've not been eating the right things. Yes, I've had too much to drink the night before at times and then wonder why my run is such crap. But, last week, I was back.
Saturday's 8 miles were the best I've had in a long time. I ate right on Friday, didn't drink, and got a good chunk of sleep in. I awoke, ate oatmeal, and though it took me a couple of hours to motivate and get my butt out in the cold, I did it. And, I did it like I'm supposed to...slower than my normal pace. They call it "conversational pace," but I call it "able to harmonize with my iPod."
And, it felt excellent. I'm looking forward to my 10 this weekend and the Manhattan Half on the 24th. Though I don't plan to race that race, I think I can still feel strong.
