A few months ago, my friend Jill said on Twitter:
Fun workout this morning w/my marathon training group. Ran ~13mi total, including a 2mi tempo & 800 meter repeats around a wood chip trail
And I thought, “That’s crazy. I could never just go out and run 13 miles on a Saturday morning.”
Fast forward to last night after wine tasting with some friends of mine visiting from out of town. It turns out that Mike has just run a marathon and that he had Jeff are training for another race right now. So Jeff says to me, “We’re looking to go on a ten to twelve mile run in the morning. Where should we go?” I start to think about, I start describing a few ideas, and then I stop and say, “I’ll meet you at your hotel at 6:30.”
This morning, the three us went on an eleven mile run. It’s not quite the half-marathon distance Jill was talking about, but it’s still a substantial amount of running. The fact that I could just decide last night that I was going to do it and then pull it off made me feel — quite frankly — awesome.