saturday, 22 miles . . .
i went into saturday's run thinking that it would be glorious, easy, comfortable (as far as long runs go at any rate). the reason for this unprecedented confidence was because of friday's run. it was all those things and more. i was flowing, it was easy, i felt as though i could have run forever at an even faster pace, and in retrospect i suppose i should have. for some strange reason, the long run was the exact opposite and i can't for the life of me figure out the reason. although i did hit my goal pace (i was actually at 6:43 for about 90 percent of the time), it came with much difficulty. even though i took three gels perfectly spaced consuming water after each, i still felt weak, behind, i sense of urgency, of the pace just running away from me. i didn't even come close to the delirium of last week, it wasn't that death fatigue. it was more a constant pain that would shift from muscle to muscle, moving through from hips, to side, to shins, to thighs, and back to hips again.
this is super discouraging. i would think after three weeks of these big miles from a consistent base and training program with the exception of the s.n.s, which was probably a good thing for my body to recover, that this easy pace would all come easy. and maybe that is my problem, the trip up in my logic. running these big miles will not always feel easy no matter how far along i get because running is not easy. there is no coasting, no cruising, no going out with incredible ease. yes there will be moments. but i didn't take up this project because it would be easy. quite the opposite.
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