Running for Your Life: Eighteen Wheels!

It wasn’t perfect. It never is, is it?

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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