Actually, the 17 mile run wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, so I'm feeling better about the marathon. But make no mistake--you have to endure pain if you're going to run over 10 miles. I got to a pain maximum at about mile 14 and 15--I couldn't keep going, surely? Tiny little knives shredded my joints with every step. But then something amazing happened!
I heard gunshots!
Yes. You guessed it. I was running in a backwoods area during hunting season. Pam. Bambi. What's the difference????
Adrenaline shot through my body and I sped up, running for my life!
Pain? What pain? I ran faster and faster! But then I noticed where the shots were coming from--there was a shooting range on my right, shooting AWAY from me.
But all that adrenaline cleared up my aching joints and I was able to glide home, making the 17 miles, effortlessly. Moral: Fear of your life helps running.
Maybe I should tell Runner's World?