Yes, I survived my 20 mile run yesterday.
It wasn’t pretty, but it wasn’t as bad as I feared. It wasn’t good either. As I told Jen, it was just sort of mediocre.
(Things that aren’t mediocre – Jen. She ran the last 10 with me and put up with my whining. She is awesome.)
Around mile 15 or so, I started to stiffen up a bit. Not sure what to do about that except to stop and stretch, perhaps (which I didn’t do). And I think from about 17 on, it was a slog. Not a slow slog, mind you – I was pretty much keeping pace, but it just felt slow.
So while I’ve lost some speed from last year, maybe this year’s marathon won’t be too bad after all. If I can get through 20, I can do 26.2 with the added motivation of the medal and the pride that comes with it. Now if only the weather will cooperate.