10 felt like 5 and 13 felt like 30

One of the many things I learned when training for Boston in 2008 is that there are a few good days of training and many, many bad days.  Two weeks ago, I had one of those good days.  I ran my first "long" run of 10 miles and I felt great.  It was a cold and blustery day but with the wind behind me on my last mile, I felt like I could have run another 3 without a problem.  I have learned to hold fast to those moments - tighten your hands around them as if they are your first born child and never let go....never, ever, let go.  The running gods felt I needed a reminder of that rule, as the following weekend I ran 13 miles that felt like this:

Unlike that good looking fella, I didn't have a medal dangling around my neck.  All I had was tired legs, blistered feet, and an understanding that I better crank up my intensity over the next 2 months.  That cranking up is now underway....

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