Another 7 tonight at about 8:45 average pace. No biggie. Until I looked at my written log after I finished. Fourteen miles last Saturday, then 57 miles Sunday-Friday. That, ladies and germs, is a 71-mile week. Or almost the distance from my home now to the house where I grew up. If you'd told me 15 months ago, when I started running, that I'd ever do 70 miles in a week, I would have thought you were completely nuts.
One more thing. I'm really starting to believe that a BQ can actually happen. I can run eight minute miles when I'm tired and sore. I cranked up tonight to sub-MP pace for the last mile or so after 13 last night, after not much sleep and after a very difficult, draining day at work. And after 69 miles since last Saturday, too.
What's it going to be like when I get back into downtown Memphis, late on the morning of December 6? Am I going to have a chance to get under 3:31? Am I going to be in great shape and cruising, or have to put the hammer down for the last mile, or just have a good time in range but not a BQ? And what am I going to feel like when I enter AutoZone Park to finish the race? Exhilaration, disappointment, or just exhaustion? | 