On Sunday I successfully ran the farthest I ever have, 11 miles! It wasn't a piece of cake but I felt very accomplished after. One thing during it though was my cough, which I've bad for a couple of weeks and I always get one after a hard race or erg piece, which I'd had the day before. It was good training, though, because I will have had a regatta the day before my half in a few weeks. I hope to be feeling fully healthy by then too!
Thinking back on it, I remember running 9 miles and thinking wow it's going to be pretttty hard to run 4 more than this to make it a half marathon. But now I look at 11, and how I completed it in less than 2 hours which I was very happy with, and I'm motivated! I always say I am not worried about time because I really do just wanna finish the thing, but it would be nice to not be DFL hahah and I think push myself more against the idea of other really fast runners than my own personal times.
I think a lot of what I have learned though this process was about pushing my limits. I've definitely known what that means in a rowing sense, but it's different when you're in a boat with 8 other people than when you are running alone past fields on Hanshaw, no cars in sight. I've wanted to stop in the shade to cool off, or even just for a second to finally get a good cough in but I resist that and imagine myself in the race and that pushes me further. :)
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