The sky is the limit

I've often thought that while my 13.1 mile race will be an accomplishment of personally dramatic proportions, it will not be the singular accomplishment of this training period. On Saturday morning I was back out at Kensington for the usual chilly, extremely-early, 8am run. I ran 10 miles that morning. Okay, well, maybe it wasn't e-x-a-c-t-l-y 10 miles. I did slow down to a walk for two quick water breaks. Plus I walked maybe 1/4 of one mile when I was lagging at the 8-mile mark. So what?? I ran probably 95% of ten miles. THAT IS IMPRESSIVE! That is the farthest I have ever run in my life. That is farther than anyone in my immediate or extended family has ever run (well, maybe in the last 25 years). That is farther than all but 2 of my friends have ever run. This is no small, ordinary event.

The race isn't the only accomplishment. Waking up before 7am to run 6 miles before work is laudable as well. Running 25+ miles in a week is deserving of approbations. Staying committed to this program through four months of temperamental weather, injuries and self-doubt is a real testament to my ability to see something through to the finish. If I can do this, well, as they say, the sky's the limit. Perhaps digging deep to discover that resolve within myself is the best outcome I could hope for.