Nope, not my 20th birthday. That milestone passed me by some time ago, but that’s sweet of you to think. Gosh. 🙂
I ran 20 miles this morning. Can you believe it? I’m not entirely sure I do, yet. It’s something I’ve kept in my head as an impossible goal…something vague and unavoidable lurking in my future, but too difficult to really think about it. Each week as the mileage crept upward, I’d think…”That’s ok, at least it’s not 20 miles.” 8, 9, 11, 14? That’s ok. 12, 15, 17, 18? No sweat. At least it’s not 20 miles.
Then, of course, the big 2-0 is often the longest run in the training plan. If you get this far, the chances are good that you’ll make it successfully through the REAL DEAL. In the process of getting this far, the 20 mile training run has been raised to nearly mythical status.
And you know what? I did it (as did Running Buddy and Marathon Expert). We ran for just about 3 hours at the Furman trail…and it wasn’t that bad. Don’t get me wrong, it was a long way (and a long time!) to run. As far as an “ordeal” goes, however, I found it be anticlimatic. If I had to, I could have kept running. I don’t have any blisters to speak of, and aside from being insanely hungry and a little tired I can’t complain of any ill effects. I know it’s the last 6 miles that get a lot of people, but I’m not going to lie…today’s run was a definite confidence-builder. Yeehaw! 🙂