Saturday, my plan called for my second 20-mile run, only seven days after the last one. That may seem a little unusual, but this plan has worked well for me in the past. I have used other plans and felt in retrospect that they lacked the number and frequency of long runs and the overall mileage needed to run my best marathon. So what was the effect? It did not feel a bit easier during the run than last week (and, to be honest, perhaps a little more difficult), but I definitely recovered much better after the run. Perhaps it was the potato soup that Martha made for lunch, but it may also have been that my body has learned to rebound from these long runs. I found myself outside all afternoon, painting and raking leaves, rather than struggling to keep awake.
Which makes me wonder: What would happen if I ran 20 miles every week!
The little voice of wisdom whispers sarcastically to me, "You'd get injured, you idiot!"
Best to just be glad for the benefits of training finally starting to appear. It is like that glimpse of view, that broad prospect, that you can see up ahead when you are climbing a mountain. Only two more weeks and I will be standing at the very summit of my training, looking behind and ahead, when I might actually be able to believe that it is all downhill to the starting line at Richmond.
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