Today I voluntary ran 16 miles in 3 hours. At mile 14 I asked the hubby, "How long is the marathon again?" because in my haze of heat I couldn't for the life of me remember if it were 24 or 26. 24 sounded too short, and 26 too long. Surely I would not have signed up to run 26 miles for fun. Make that 26.2. When he replied, "26." I stuttered, "You mean after we finish these 16 miles we still have to run 10 more?!!!!
At that point I could not fathom running 10 more miles. It was hot, I was tired. The blister on my baby toe hurt. My joints hurt. I just wanted to tank a gallon of gatorade or a whopper, or an extra large acai bowl from Blue Hawaii Lifestyle. Something, anything other than run 26 miles.
Today was the first time that I understood physically what 26 miles meant and I was still 10 miles away.
Marathon is in less than 90 days. I am going to work hard, bust my ass, and do this.
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