Tuesday, 8 October 2013
A Perfect Long Run
At this point last year I was struggling. I was over-trained. My body was exhausted. And as it turns out, I was fighting a losing battle. Hindsight is always 20/20, but when I thought I was experiencing the growing pains of marathon training, my body was really trying to tell me it was wasn't healed. I wasn't really ready.
Flash Forward to my 30km long run, and what a difference a year (and an extra surgery) makes. I spent over 3 hours running around the city, bouncing along to girlie-dance-pop music, Instagramming like a maniac, and enjoying every second of it.
By the end my hips felt a little tight. My quads were a little sore. But I knew I could keep going. I stopped because my run was done, not because I needed to. And for the first time in a long time I really believed that I could do this.
This weekend I will run my last long run (32 km) and then I will start my taper. I have done the work. So let's see what this little body can do.
Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,