Monday, May 3, 2010

The marathon-that-isn't

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."

Any ideas? 

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The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
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My Sister's Keeper
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Change of Heart
Keeping Faith
Handle with Care
House Rules
More Than It Hurts You
Amy and Isabelle
A Prayer for Owen Meany
A Widow for One Year
The 158-Pound Marriage
To the Lighthouse
Between the Acts
A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas
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