The Older I Get

I ask myself again:  "What about me?  Am I gearing up for that magical long race once again?"  I have to admit that I have been thinking about it.

So I did the next logical thing and pulled my running log for five years ago, 2009, the year I ran a 3:57:22 marathon in Huntsville and qualified for Boston.  I wondered where I was at this same point in my training during that magical year. 

This week I ran 28 miles; that week I ran 33.  This week, I squeezed out twelve slow miles on my long run; that week I ran 12 miles including Bearpen.  This week I ran a single encouraging 9:12 mile; that week . . . I ran two tempo miles, back to back, in 7:56 and 7:58.

That was then.  This is now.  I may be ready for this shirt these days: