There is no long run, only miles…
I had a thought this morning while I was busily chowing down on my favorite breakfast concoction of four hard boiled eggs mashed with a little melted Brummel & Brown: Can I really call Tuesday’s run a long run if I am doing it again tonight and chasing it with a six miler tomorrow? Probably not. Maybe I need to downgrade it. Eh. Too much work. I’d rather focus on actually putting together 8 more quality miles tonight with a 6 mile chaser tomorrow.
In physically and, more importantly, mentally preparing myself for the Trifecta I have three week cycle:
Week 1: Alternating days of run with a long run
Week 2: Alternating days of run with a long run followed by a longish run
Week 3: Multi-day sequence of moderate runs, break, long run
Repeat, building mileage with each cycle.
It worked really well for me in the fall before I became ill and over the last few weeks I have steadily worked back into it. I am currently on a Week 2. I am at a point where mentally, I get a charge out of that long run followed by the longish run. I mean, who looks forward to spending a good portion of their Friday night pounding the pavement just so they can do it again on Saturday?
Me. That’s who.
In fact, I have been obsessing about it all morning. There really isn’t a lot to think about. It’s running. I just have to put one foot in front of another and try not to get run over by cars in this urban landscape. But still, I keep running through the route in my mind over and over. I can visualize that half way point very clearly. Heaven help anyone who gets in my way at 5 PM because you can guarantee I will be bolting home just as quickly as I can because I can hardly wait to get started. I just want to RUN.
That is a good feeling. A very good feeling. I’ve missed that feeling the last couple months.