Tonight I finally did the 18-mile run that I'd been putting off for over a week. At long last, I'm completely caught up on running. Whew.
You know how sometimes you'll run down a hill and then be carried by momentum for a while before having to work again? Well, I ran down one of those hills just as mile 8 or so was starting and was enjoying that brief momentum. After a little while, though, I realized that it wasn't stopping. I was well past the hill, yet I still felt as though I was being swept along involuntarily. This went on for several miles. I just kept going; I didn't have to think about it or even try. It didn't seem as though I was putting forth any effort. I've known this to happen from time to time while running, but never so much as it did tonight. It was awesome!
I ended up finishing in about three hours and ten minutes, which was a little faster than last year. I'd been hoping for an even three hours, and probably could have done it had I pushed myself during that middle part, but it was so incredible to just relax and let my legs carry me that that's what I chose to do. I remain unsure if I'll be able to do the race in 4:30:00. I won't know for sure until it either happens or it doesn't. The psychosomatic effects of race day are weird, weird things.
So yeah. I just now got around to actually registering and paying for the race. Yeah, I'm paying to probably get mine handed to me. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: You have to be crazy to do this kind of thing. That's why they make you sign a waiver ensuring that you're not.