Running is a big question mark that's there each and every day. It asks you, 'Are you going to be a wimp or are you going to be strong today?
Peter MaherToday was a tough run. 13.12 miles, 44 degree windchill, soaking rain the entire way. I was cold and I was underdressed. Everything on me was stiff and my usual easy pace was 30 seconds slower than it has been of late.
But I didn't wimp-out. I did my run. It took me over 2.5 hours, but I did it. And it didn't kill me. Sure, I would have been more comfortable with some sort of water-resistant, long-sleeve jacket on, but that wouldn't have scored me extra hardcore points. Heh. Squishy shoes are kinda fun, too, as long as there are no blisters or hot spots involved. Yesterday I saw several runners and cyclists during my run in near 80º temps. Today I was out for more than twice the time and saw no one else...well, I did see some people out golfing. Had they been closer to the road where I was running I would have shouted some words of camaraderie to them. Runners apparently aren't the only die-hards (some might call us insane).
One more long run before I start a sort of taper before my duathlon. Not long before the nerves set in. I'm not worried about the running portion...I know what I'm doing there. But the biking stuff and transitions have me pretty freaked-out. I keep envisioning crashing, unsuccessfully unclipping and falling in transition, not clipping properly and falling exiting transition, flat tire, etc. Ack!