The insanity of marathon training has really begun now. I can never really wrap my head around running 10 miles as a mid-week run. 10 miles. Double digits. That should count as a long run in my book and you should only have to do one of those a week. It doesn’t work that way, however, and from here on out I’ll be putting in a lot of 10 mile Thursdays followed by some high mileage Sundays (the REAL long run). I’m really just moaning and groaning because I have nothing better to say.
Remember when I told you yesterday it would be hot out. It was.
93 degrees by the time we finished but it felt like 193. It was so hot and sunny, I really wanted to fall down and quit. The only thing that stopped me was knowing I might trip Bianca if I fell into her path. I didn’t want to chance injuring her before her marathon so I plowed through and finished 10 miles.
Bianca and I usual run negative splits on our runs, but I just did NOT have it in me. Aside from the heat, my body hated me. My legs hurt and I know they’re tired. I’m beginning to think that tired legs are just part of marathon training and I need to stop complaining. I’m not injured, I’m tired. There’s a difference.
That’s it my friends. 10 crappy miles, 1 crappy report. How can you not come back tomorrow for more?