I ran my second – and fastest – marathon. Never say never, but I anticipate it will be my second, fastest, and last marathon.
I didn’t think I had a sub 4:30 marathon in me (my first was 4:54) but I crossed the finish line in 4:22:38, what I considered a ridiculous improvement. My time improved so much because for three loooong months, I was extremely dedicated to training. Everything I did was about the marathon. I ran, ate, yogaed, and slept for one goal. It was awesome but – dude – it was a lot of work. I don’t know if I’ll ever summon the willpower or desire to re-dedicate myself to training like that again. I am very much in awe of people who regularly run 26.2 miles.
One year later, I’m still running. I’ll always love to run. And whether I go 26.2 miles or 3 miles, the joy is still the same.
And – hey. This year, I could pull myself out of bed without a post-marathon limp. So it’s all good.
Breakfast was pureed pumpkin and sunflower butter on toast. New favorite combo.
So good. So easy.
Did you ever run a race that made you think, “Hey, I think I could be satisfied with that performance forever!”?