It was freezing,
Vaseline on the face to guard against frostbite, very cool hand-warmer packs
that my wife M. thought to give me, an anorak vest (a Calgary-made gift from
the 80s), long john top, marathon jersey from 2012.
Yeah, no stops, three
minutes short of three hours, and that comes out to, at say, a conservative
estimate of 9:45 per hour pace:
About 18.2 miles,
give or take.
That will more
than have to do. Truth is, come the Pittsburgh Marathon, on Sunday, May 5,
there could be some walking involved. (I’m going to train like hell to not
walk, but …). So far, these long training runs have included only running, and
the body is more than holding up.
Slow it down,
think it through, don’t take any chances, and run for all you’re worth.
It’s such a
pleasure. Eighteen Wheels, baby! And 26.2 Wheels. Well, that’s only less than
two months away!
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