To be clear, I haven’t run a full marathon in almost three years, and since then –or, at least since starting this crazy NYC Marathon training — I haven’t gone much further than a half marathon distance. Or, at all further than a half marathon distance.
So, every time I creep a little closer to forty-two, a little longer on a long run, I’m setting a new recent-memory distance threshold for myself.
I opted to run on Saturday. I had a lot of excuses that I told people, but really it was because I knew I’d want a nap after my long run. Sunday’s schedule was not compatible with that.
Almost thirty-two klicks is, roughly, mathematically, a half marathon plus another half of a half marathon: a three quarter marathon. Jenn joined me for the early first leg, a fifteen and a bit slog around the lower reaches of the southwest city burbs. And then I slogged on alone, running another sixteen and a bit in a long meandering loop closer to home.
The wind didn’t cooperate.
My fuel ran low for the last few klicks.
And my legs resumed their pain of that all-too-familiar memory of lead-filled calves.
But I over-hydrated back at home, ate some food, and yes, took a pleasant nap in the comfy chair.
Another quarter marathon would have nearly killed me, but I’ll creep a little further next time, slog out a few more klicks closer to that final epic distance, and probably make time for a NYC afternoon nap on some Sunday afternoon all too soon.