No crowds. No time limit. No medal. No pre-race jitters. And no name, either.
When I think about training for a half marathon, I always wonder:
What happens when I run the same distance on my own? Am I then entitled to consider that good enough to count as another race in my ambitious race goal?
Having come darn close to approaching 10 miles this past weekend, I can say that when it's a training run and not a race, it doesn't take the mental—and physical—toll that is so deserving of the medal.
Still, I feel today like I accomplished something special this weekend. For the first time in my life, I ran a distance like that all on my own. A normal Saturday, with none of the hoopla of a race. Just me, myself and I. And a whole lot of miles (for me, anyway). :)
I recently read something in a running column (that I have begun to cherish about as much as my morning coffee) that posed an interesting thought: "I wish there were a name for running a marathon-that-isn't."