Yesterday I set out on my longest run of the year. Having ran 25km the week before I wanted to up it to at least 30km with the possibility of 34km. With rain the days previous I had been psyching myself for a cold and wet morning but as it turned out, it was quite lovely. It was a nice cool overcast morning, then the sun came out, and then there was a light breeze. With the day being as nice as it was I really had no excuses I could pull out.
I guess there's no need to drag this out into a long story. Simply put, I ended up running 30.5km. It was slow and painful and tiring and it made me start to regret signing up for the marathon. Thinking about having to run another 12km at that point did not appeal to me. Trying to get into marathon shape in 3 weeks apparently wasn't the brightest idea. Oh well, too late now. I'm not dropping out and I will finish, I just might be walking like a cowboy for a week or two after. I guess I should be working on my Howdy's and Yee-Haw's.
My self designed training plan says it's now time to taper. No more long runs. I plan on doing about 10km on Monday, 12km on Wednesday, and 22km on Saturday.
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