Six Easy Miles?
Thank you, Richard Feynman.
I was just talking to Kat about this Sunday afternoon. Since when did six miles start to feel like no big deal? Do you know it was only four months ago that I ran my first 5K? And I was worried about not finishing for whatever reason. Holy cow.
I left really early and ran under the cold starry skies. A low fog crept through the grass, tangling around my legs. I was there too early. Every living thing seemed anxious at my calling upon them at such an early hour. They were spooked. I became spooked.
As a result, I ran fairly fast for the first five miles. Fast as in 5K pace fast. Fast as in personal record fast. But not because I’m an amazing runner. I was mostly afraid of all the crunching, bumping crackling sounds around me, and the fear got me to run faster and faster. I just kept convincing myself that all this temporary spooky feeling was fun. And it was. (kinda)
At the end of it all, six miles. I hadn’t really known what was on the docket for the day. I think four. Maybe five. But whatever. I did my big assed loop and then did another smaller circle in the first forest to get me a little extra. Tomorrow, I think there’s 8 on the bill. And Sunday, the race. 23K. On a mountain. A cold mountain in the westernmost part of New Hampshire. Woo!
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Comments
That’s a great feeling, isn’t it, when a long-term goal turns into an almost daily event? You’ve been getting in some great training (and some nice posts) lately. I think you are really well prepared for your race. Good luck and have fun!
Nice run, Chris! I hate that spooky feeling :)
And if you have a race on Sunday, when does your mini-taper start?
You know - Easy Pieces makes a great Christmas gift to physics-deprived folk. Glad to see that I’m not the only person who enjoys it. And something else? A 10K at your 5K pace is pretty cool too.