I’m beginning to think the ‘long run’ – oh, the jargon I am picking up as I chip away at this running/training thing – and I are not compatible. I was looking down the barrel at 6 miles for this weekend, and as with last week’s 5-mile assignment, I was trying hard to get excited about it. (The challenge! The sense of accomplishment! The possibility of a taste of runner’s high!)
Last weekend, I waited too late to head down to the state park in Va. (was on a family trip), and as mentioned here last week, my run was miserable and hot. This weekend, Hurricane Irene wrecked my long run plans — her rains arrived a couple of hours ahead of time on Friday (when I planned to go), stayed all day Saturday and left my running spot @ a state park closed down until noon today … about 3 hours and 15 degrees of heat too late for me. I realized I don’t have any backup spots for a long-ish trail/non-hard-surface run.
Which leads me to tomorrow morning as a backup plan… MONDAY morning. Attempting a distance far greater than I’ve ever tried before — though I am taking walking breaks, 6 miles may as well be a marathon for me — on a MONDAY MORNING is a lot for me to wrap my head around, but I’m going to try. And soon I will have to return to this spot and report in … did I go or did I wimp out? Hopefully, facing that potential shaming will help me get it done.