Dear 20 mile run,
It has been a year since we last met.
You are as annoying and ugly as I remember you.
It is no wonder you have no friends.
Frankly, I hate you.
After multiple injuries and setbacks, I wasn't confident that I would be physically able to meet you at all this week. However Friday morning I laced up my shoes and decided to meet you head on. I ignored my knee soreness and my hamstring tightness and decided if I was not going to run 20 miles, it would not be because I didn't try. I almost threw up a couple of times during the run. But 3 hours, 21 minutes, and 9 seconds later, I overcame you again. Not only did I overcome you but this time, although undertrained, I met your challenege without stopping.
Last year I had to stop at mile 18 during my training on a flat course. This time I took on you and your ugly, repgunant self with hills. During the marathon last year I had to stop at mile 14. This year I finished your challenge without relenting.
I'll see you again in three weeks for my second marathon.
I'll remember to wave as I pass by.
1 comment:
Nice work, Mike. 20 miles is a LONG way when you are alone. Looks like you can head into the taper with good confidence.
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