Some days, I don't even know who I am.
Some days, it seems, I'm an early morning runner. That is not me. Not at all.
Except for when I am training for a marathon. In the middle of the summer. Then, apparently, I turn into that strange being that is the early morning runner.
And I don't mind it -- mostly. So odd, right?
Now, I usually do all of my long runs in the morning and some other runs as well. But when I've done those long runs, they've been at fairly civilized times. 7:30, perhaps. Or 8:00. Times that allow me to sleep until at least 7. Nothing crazy.
On Friday, though, I had 16 miles on the schedule and one of my running pals had to get in to work after the run. So we needed to get out early. Which meant I woke up in the 5s!
But I did it. 16 hilly, early-morning miles. Done. The first 10 miles were with Bridget and Elisa and they were full of conversation. The last 6 miles were done alone. Miles 11-14 were run right around marathon goal pace (8:51).
The last two miles were run right around barely running pace. I was dragging. With a mile and a half to go, I wanted to scrap the whole thing. Not just the run but the whole marathon training.
I gave myself a virtual slap upside the head, got back in the game and ran on. I finished the whole 16 miles. And the benefit of starting so early? I still had the whole day ahead of me.
Then, on Tuesday, I got up in the 5s again! This time, to meet a neighbor for an easy run.
We ran a little less than 4 miles together and I ran a mile on my own. I hadn't run with my neighbor since before my half marathon in May so it was good to catch up. Even if it did mean seeing these numbers on the clock when I woke up:
Who am I?
Still the same happy runner, for sure. Just with the renewed ability to bust out some miles early in the morning!
That's what marathon training does, I guess!
Enjoy the rest of your week, everyone!