or the route I picked or Sufjan Stevens or what, but my nine-mile run this past weekend went extremely well. It was a big relief, because my seven-mile run two weeks ago had actually been pretty crappy. The nine-mile has particular importance in the program I use, because the long runs for the first four weeks go like this: six, seven, five, nine. Nine is when you realize you're not just out for a long jog. Nine is when you go, "Whoa, I'm training for a marathon."
I honestly do enjoy this every time, but I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that it'll never feel quite like it did the first time. There's nothing like going out every week and running farther than you have ever run before, discovering every week that you really can do something you didn't know if you'd be able to do. Maybe three's a charm, and after this I should take a break from marathons, try something else, get that feeling back. A different race? Maybe *bites nails* a whole new sport? I'm not sure yet.