"Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Without much thought or fanfare, braced myself for the chill of the grey morning and stepped out the back door. This morning’s long run would be the 10th of my marathon buildup, and I was reassured by thoughts that there was just one more week of heavy training left on the calendar.
Quickly, I settled into my pace, each footfall efficient and light. Today felt like a great day, even as I headed west and the unobstructed wind pushed back. This run was not like others – and I found myself in one of those strange places when you know you’re experiencing something special while its unfolding. Just two weeks ago, or even before this spring’s flood interrupted the routines and normal patterns of life, this didn’t seem possible. It turned out to be a perfect run: the longest of this training cycle and substantially quicker than other comparable runs.
A run like it doesn’t happen that frequently. Whether I reach the lofty time goal I set several months ago is yet to be seen. If the marathon goes like today, and that’s a big if, then it won’t matter my finishing time.