Sixteen miles killed me last week. I was quite nervous approaching this week. I have trained so hard for so long it seemed cruel justice that I might have to bow out due to injury now.
I ran as posted this week thinking about all the reasons I may have had trouble. I also worked at the Erie County Fair for a friend of mine. I had to find time afterward to run. It was also hot and humid again so I had to work around that.
Turns out running at night is pretty cool. I would start running just before sunset and end up running in the dark. I did take precautions. I ran with light colored clothing and ran on the sidewalk. It was quite peaceful.
The Saturday that I was to run 12 miles was hot and humid. Enough, egads! I was able to run about 8 miles and I had to stop. I was frustrated, but thought, hell, I ran 8 miles. My foot didn't bother me. Perhaps I will finish while running, perhaps I will also have to walk. I am quite cranky that this heat and humidity will not let up. WTF?
That said, I do have to remember why I am running this marathon and training so diligently....folks struggling with blood cancers don't have the option to stop in the heat and humidity as I did. They may complain as I do, but to what end? It doesn't change the course of their treatment. In fact, studies show that a pessimistic outlook may work against you. Mind over matter.
I need to remember that...mind over matter.
Unless an injury steps in. Or unless your body is telling you it might die. Listen to your body. It usually knows what is up.
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