still running... and running... and running...

Today we enter a whole new phase in marathon training:
Where we get to the Big Dog Runs.

There's a funny mental hurdle after the half-marathon distance. Somehow, a run that takes longer than the average Hollywood movie has an intimidation factor all its own.

Which explains why it's 8:30 am and I have yet to take the dog for a warm-up walk before I head out for...


If I start by 9, I should be rolling into the home stretch in time for...

It makes me yearn to be Deena Castor, or one of the other elite marathoners, who can whip out 6-minute miles for mile after mile. But at twice my speed, she'd still take AN HOUR AND A HALF to finish. That's a Disney kids' movie worth, and that whole time with your legs just crankin'!

I've said it before, and I'll say it many times again before this is over:
Damn, I wish I could knit while I run.