It seems like one of those stretches when everything goes well, smack dab in the middle of a streak of fortune and good luck.
The hours following the Fargo Marathon left me crippled with aches from a lingering injury, but the following day I was already itching to run. It was hard not to head out for a few miles.
Since the Fargo Marathon, I hadn’t taken much time off — running 10 of the past 13 days. With one exception, every run felt smooth and easy. That should have changed after a meat-grinder of a Friday to wind down the week.
But I had made plans to run with a friend, and with any luck, we’d meet up with others out for their Saturday long run. The air was thick and moist, even at 6 a.m. It should have been a slog fest.
After about 2 miles, though, I settled into a groove and the miles began to slip by. We met up with another running buddy after 6 miles and wound through south Fargo on bike paths and sleepy side streets. By 10 miles, my strides felt easy and light, and after a few more miles, there felt like so much more in the tank.
Reaching 16 miles, a glance at my watch showed I’d covered ground as quickly as any previous training run of this distance. A thermos of coffee, and a couple of slices of rhubarb crisp dropped off by my neighbor, awaited me at home, where I finished with 18 miles and a nice tuneup for Grandma’s Marathon in 2 weeks.
There’s been other stretches of training in which most runs felt good. But this seems unprecedented and if we get decent weather in Duluth …