A Surprise 11 Mile Long Slow Distance Run, In Training For The Great Scottish Run 2012
I started out today thinking that a 7 mile run would be an excellent start to the week.
Indeed, I set out on the normal route around town and just hoped to enjoy it as much as possible.
By the time I got to 4 miles I knew I was feeling strong. I rarely get it these days by the runners high set in at this point and I felt invincible.
I did not have to think about moving. I felt disassociated from my body. It was amazing, even if the weather was dreary.
Then I hit 8 miles and knew at that point that a 10 miler was a possibility. I didn’t have my mind set on it, rather I focused on the fact that I’d ran 1 mile further than last week which was progress. I switched my mind back to my body and just enjoyed moving.
Towards the end of the run, reality set into my skin with the rain. I felt like collapsing. I ran past the local store and could feel my legs beginning to tire and thought about lying down for a while. No chance. If I’d lay down I’d have never got up.
I got a second wind as I approached the home straight and almost considered going for a half marathon, but I knew that was a little too ambitious.
I finished on 11.2 miles. I have not run over 10 since the Belfast Marathon. I don’t think I’ve even ran over 7 since then!
It just goes to show you that a lot of the time our minds are the biggest barrier when it comes to the longer distances.
In 2010 when I was still running on the treadmills I thought that it was somehow impossible that I could ever run 10k.
I did it.
Similarly in marathon training in 2011 I thought that a 10 miler was impossible.
I did it too.
Sometimes you just have to push back against what you once considered possible and run on into the horizon.