Last Sunday was my long run. On my plan, I have to run at least 8 miles. The course I layed out happened to be 8.5 miles. Having just come back from a cruise where the primary activity was eating, I knew I had to take the run easy. So I did.
Since the run was long, I decided to bring a mini-water bottle which I held in my left hand for the entire run. I took a sip of water at about every two miles.
The pace I ran–about 9:15 per mile–I think will be my marathon pace. At this pace, I’m not gasping for air, but am able to breath comfortably. I was doing pretty good, even at mile 4. Even at the 6 mile mark, I was able to run uphill (on the Union Ave freeway overpass). However, what I found is that after mile 7, I started noticing that my legs were getting sore. I wasn’t tired, but needed to focus more on my form to ensure that the most minute sloppy movement doesn’t cause more problems.
Within the last half mile, I was able to increase my stride and finish the 8.5 mile run strong. I then drank what was left in my mini-water bottle.
As I finished the run, I thought to myself…”this is just less than a third of a marathon…can I do this run 2 more times?”
The pessimist in me said “my legs are sore, I don’t think I’ll last”, but the optimist in me said “hey, I think I can make the entire marathon! I’m not even tired. My legs are sore, but with training, it will be better.” So I listened and leaned more towards the optimist in me.