Things got a little more interesting this week in terms of milage. My long run was 12 miles, and I ended up doing my medium run the day before due to a stomach bug. I was prepared for the almost two hour run with water and a goo, but it has been a long time since I have run that far. There is big difference between 10 and 12 miles, and I know that from here on out it is going to get more interesting. This is when the test really begins, when I really find out if I can achieve my goals.
Long runs really bring home the concept of the mental challenge. I find myself running along, not really breathing that hard, not really straining the much, but my mind is asking me to stop. I don’t stop though because I know that it will just take longer to walk home and I will feel a deep sense of failure. I can’t help but think that fear of failure is a major driving force.
There is a part of me that wishes that I had a stronger desire to run. Most of the time, I look at the schedule and run what I am supposed to run because it is printed on the page. I know that if I do what I am supposed to do, then I will have a successful outcome. I can stand on point A and look at the steps to get to point B as a simple linear process. How often in your life can you set a goal and follow a path that is defined with such detail? In some ways it is easy because of the simplicity, but of course it is the following through that is either killing a few brain cells or building character.