How can something that looks so easy on paper be so
hard? I calculated that if I increase my
longest run by just half a mile per week, I can add two miles a month to my distance,
which would put me in great shape for the marathon next fall.
So I tried to tack on an extra six minutes this morning...and nearly collapsed. For
once my feet didn’t hurt (the new shoes and high-tech socks must be helping), but my
lungs were on fire and it took all my willpower not to stop.
And whenever I tried to envision myself crossing the Marine Corps Marathon finish line (usually a good source of inspiration),
the only image my exhausted mind could conjure up was of a deserted racecourse, the
spectators long gone, the pavement littered with trampled water cups -- and me, staggering and gasping toward the finish line, so slow that they’ve already carted
away the Port-a-Potties and First Aid tent, trying not to have a heart attack.
Exactly why did I want to do this?
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