I have to gloat.
I fought with myself for probably 2 hours, but I finally made it out for my scheduled 9–miler yesterday. Only 3 weeks till my first half marathon; I can’t skip my last few long runs. “Just go, Larissa, get it over with. So what if you don’t feel the best ever. You feel rested/fueled enough and the time doesn’t matter; just go run.”
My long run on that trail are half the distance out, half back. In my 3 I decided I could go for 10. Might as well get double digits. In mile 4, I felt good enough, I decided I could do 12. “Say what? 12??” Yes 12. Six miles out with permission to finish at 10+ miles if I wasn’t feeling it and walk the rest to my car.
And you guys, I ran the whole 12.
Early last summer I had a bike accident that busted up my foot and knee; I swam for most of my workouts all summer. The last time I hit 10 miles was in October and my knees were a lot of pain. Then in November I bullied through a 7–miler that I absolutely should not have. I literally couldn’t walk when I got home. Jon had to help me move at all; help me into the tub, set me up on the couch with ice, help me wrap it because the slightest movement was terrible and listen to me practically sobbing because I was in so much pain.
This spring’s training cycle is about a lot more than running my first half marathon. It’s about completing the race – and training – without injury. I have problems in both of my knees. So to say I felt good enough to finish 9 strong and then power through 3 more, all without significant knee pain, is huge.
I’m sore today. My calves and hips are protesting a lot of movement and my knees are tight. But no sharp pain. Nothing that tells me something is wrong again. And that feels amazing. I’m on a runners high hours later I think.
And so, today’s motivation is about having the courage to start, never giving up and pushing your limits.
Have a fantastic week!
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