A few interesting revelations came out today. I had today and three more long runs before my taper for the January 29 Miami Tropical Marathon. My schedule said go 17. My intention was to go 18. Then I remembered something that gave me great comfort. I listened to Jeff Galloway speak here a few years ago and got in a discussion with him about long run training. He said it's about the time spent running, not the distance. So in that I am aiming for a 4:00 marathon time I need to get up to that amount of time in training runs, no matter the distance. Hence, today I ran three hours and I'll add 15 minutes to the next three to be at 3:45 before I taper. That'll be close enough.
I ran 18.7 miles this morning in 64 degree overcast skies with a brief misting period. It was pretty darned nice except for the humidity. When I finished nothing hurt. Not the ankle, calf, knee or hip.
Which led to the revelation that fueling really really matters. I stashed Gatorade along the route and packed two Gus. I spread them out over the three hours and never felt dead tired or sore. That was very rewarding. It gave me a sense that "this" can be done.
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Three are true. Two are false.
1. My dad is a priest. True - My dad is an Episcopalian priest which makes me a PK which I used liberally as my excuse for rebel behaviour in my youth; which is not to say my youth is over or that I am not still rebellious.
2. I immigrated with my family from Ireland. False - My dad immigrated from Wales at the age of 25.
3. I skipped fifth grade, with an IQ of 140. False - I skipped kindergarten, not fifth grade which always made me the baby of my class until high school when future actor Treat Williams was the only person younger than I was. The IQ still stands.
4. I can wiggle my ears. True - and, for some reason, I can wiggle the right one by itself but not the left.
5. I attended seminary in Berkeley, Calif. True - The Pacific School of Religion held my attention for one semester back in the early 70s. Actually the San Francisco Giants held my attention more and I chose a career in sports instead. Hey; sports is a religion, sort of. Look at us devoted runners.