The last couple of years have taken on a little pattern: spring/early summer marathon, keep up with the middle distance (8-10 miles) runs over the summer, finish out the fall and then forget how to run anything farther than 5 miles. Come January, I start thinking I need to up the mileage so I can be ready for marathon training to start in February.
I broke the streak of short runs with a 10 miler this morning. I was more than happy to leave the house, as Sophie had been throwing up on me for about an hour. My husband, on the other hand, was not so excited for me to leave. The run was slow and slippery. Even my yak trax were no match for the icy dirt roads.
I had been feeling a little bit apprehensive about the long runs on my training plan, but something about breaking that double digit barrier restored my confidence in my ability to run long. I definitely need to speed up a little, but at least I know I can go the distance.