Had a delightful Easter Eve Day 6-miler this morning. It was my farthest run since the Reedy 10k, and a definite step towards the half marathon goal. For some reason, my brain partitions distances in groups of five:
1-5 miles = small/low effort
6-10 miles = medium/”real running”
11-15 miles = large/long run/highly dedicated
16+ = extra large/impossible impossibilities
That’s just the way my brain works. And, I should probably add, the way it works as it applies to ME. I’m not saying that anyone who sticks to the 1-5 mile range is not a “real runner.” I forget the percentage, but it’s safe to say that many (most?) Americans fall into the “Gee, I couldn’t even run ONE mile” category, so pretty much anyone who runs AT ALL is already in a relatively elite group. All I’m saying is that for me, I know I’m getting more serious about my training when I cross into that second mileage level. The difference between 5 and 6 miles is subtle, and probably doesn’t mean a whole lot physiologically, but the act of choosing the longer distance over the shorter is no small feat. (Sidenote: Um…wow. I know, I just harped on running cliches in my last post, but that’s something different than running puns. Right?)
For me, I know that if I can run 6 miles then I can commit to 10. And if I can run 10 all by my lonesome, then I can run 13.1 with a crowd. Ahhhh, running math. Delicious.