This morning was my longest training run before the Big Race on Memorial Day. We were supposed to run one hour and twenty minutes at an easy pace. I haven’t been running with the group but thought it would be good to join them today because (1) I could finally meet my wonderful coach in person and (2) the group was running on a flat surface which was more appealing than the hilly streets and trails in my neighborhood.
Well, I met my coach and the two of us ran together because I was the only runner assigned to him who showed up. One-on-one!
We chatted and ran. And ran and ran. He kindly waited while I ran down into some bushes off the trail and made my bladder flatter. He gave me tips on stretching. He discussed the pros and cons of drinking coffee before running. He laughed at my jokes. He told me about races he’s run and the progress he’s making on painting the exterior of his house.
And then we were done. Nine miles in one hour and twenty-two minutes. You can bet I’ll remind myself of that when I’m slogging through the hated mile 3 of the Big Race.
Bonus: all these endorphins are also giving me good feelings about my WIP and the writing life. Everything feels bright and shiny right now.
Hope everyone’s having a great weekend.