I had never run 14 miles before. But now I have! I ran a half-marathon in January 2012, and it occurs to me at least four times a day that running a full marathon would be the same as running that half, then turning around and running it again. I was dying at the end of that marathon. Well, not literally. The good news is that Saturday’s 14 miles wasn’t really any harder than running eight miles was a month ago. That’s something. Right? Here are some highlights:
Selfie at mile 5.
Deep, dark woods. On this day, these woods were pretty, but on less-sunny days, they are disconcerting. Did I mention bears? Gruffalos?
I often miss running along the river in NYC, but then I will come around a corner and see this.
Playlist got old really fast. I also listened to three podcasts from Stuff You Missed in History Class: Cannibalism at Jamestown, The Luddites, and The Boxer Rebellion. Must update playlist this week, and would love some suggestions!
Also I need new shoes. Around mile 9 my left foot started hurting under my toes and it was a total practice in mind over matter to finish. I stopped briefly to stretch and saw this lil frog.
All in all, it was hard. My knees hurt, I drank about a gallon of water after, and ate constantly all day. BUT… I felt better on Sunday. So, next week is 15.
I think that I will choose a different route that does not end in three straight miles uphill. That was a mistake.
Here’s my run! Thanks to everyone who has supported me so far!