If all goes well, I think I will hit 90 miles or possibly even a few more than that.
Did I just say that?
I did not enter this cycle expecting to hit 90 miles. But as things progressed and as my body has adapted so amazingly well, I have realized that this is simply and truly where I am.
Yesterday morning I went to the track with my buddies. We warmed up for two miles and then did 5 x 1 mile repeats with 2:00 of active rest between each. I nailed them.
And I felt amazing. Strong. Like I wanted to run forever and ever. These paces were faster than I expected them to be, yet I was totally in control and sure that I was doing it right and I was honoring my body.
I do not know what is happening here. But I am literally running with it. Chasing a dream. Enjoying the moment, soaking it in and filling it up with all that is in my heart.
We ran two miles home to cool down and a few hours later it was time for my second run of the day. 11 miles with my buddy Gus in the running stroller. My legs felt good – relaxed and strong – and I held a very conservative pace of around a 9/9:30 mile as I sang and chatted with my baby along the way. It was beautiful. I love running with him.
Over 20 miles for the day and I could have kept going.
I don’t know why, but I feel like crying right now as I write this. My heart just wants to SPILL over. It’s not a bad kind of cry, it’s a grateful kind of cry. Not because I am running faster than I ever have before or more miles than I than I ever have before … it honestly has nothing really to do with any of that at all. I just feel so blessed. So blessed to love an activity that is so soul quenchingly good for me – for my body, for my mind and for my spirit. So grateful to have people in my life who love me and who I love so truly – people who understand that this is a part of who I am. I am so grateful to be able to move my body, to be able to run and to absolutely and passionately love doing it. So grateful for these legs, for this heart of mine and for all that is in it.