Of course, “far” is subjective.
I woke up Saturday morning knowing that I needed to run. My body, however, wasn’t enamored of the idea. I had plenty of excuses: my knee had been bothering me since my hard run on Monday (in old shoes), the boys had each woken up, so I hadn’t slept well, I hadn’t eaten enough carbs on Friday night,… I got up about an hour later than I’d planned, ate a PB&J, and drank some coffee. I prepared my fuel belt and decided to just run as far as I could. I’d give myself a D if I made it four miles (my normal minimum run), a C for 6 miles (my minimum long run), a B for 7.75 miles (what I needed to hit 20 for the week, and an A for 9 miles (the next step in preparing for the 10 miler in October.) An A+ would happen if I could average under a 10 minute pace…
I tend to be a bit of an annoying overachiever, but I just couldn’t pull off the A+. I did finish the 9 miles and I did manage to force myself to run hard the last half mile, but my final average was 10:10. Oh well, at least I got the miles in.
The rest of the weekend has involved too much food and too much red wine and not enough beer. My body is not happy with me right now. It’s begging me to put down the wine bottle and the sweets and get back to eating veggies. Thank goodness we have no plans for tomorrow and then we head back into the normal fall schedule. My body will thank me.