I have to admit that after yesterday’s 24 mile run, I was a little intimidated about going out and running long again. 18 miles long.
Actually 18 hilly trail miles long.
There were most definitely points in yesterday’s run where I highly questioned my ability to run 50 miles on April 7th. 24 miles felt hard, and that wasn’t even quite half of 50. It’s scary!
But I have a mantra I have been repeating to myself when things get a little scary or I get intimidated by looking ahead. I just tell myself one day at a time.
I am doing my best to stay in today’s run, to not worry about tomorrow’s, and to not get freaked out by thinking about 2 months down the road just yet.
One day at a time.
So that’s what I did. Last night I refueled and got to bed extra early. In bed at 8pm on a Friday night? Definitely what all the cool people are doing.
I woke up this morning and had a sense of déjà vu… coffee, toast, Clif bar, packing my things, getting dressed… it was long run day again!
I had plans to meet Jojo and run in Redwood Park. Redwood Park is one of my most favorite places to run. It’s one of the very first places that I went trail running!
Picture circa 2009 when JoLynn was introducing me to the trails. I will forever credit her for my love of single track trails.
On the ride over I talked about my run yesterday and Jojo told me about her week of running as well. It’s been so nice to have someone to talk with who is going through the same things. I was tired, but mostly I was excited to get some dirt under my feet and run around the Oakland hills. We arrived at the trail head, parked, got our stuff ready, checked the map and started running.
Then the magic happened.
My legs didn’t feel like death. Sure they were tired, but they were fine. We had a huge hill to climb right off the bat and after that we both warmed up and cruised along constantly talking about anything and everything. We ran on some familiar trails I had been on before and took some new ones too. We got lost a couple times, but found our way.
The further we went, the more magical it got.
The soft dirt felt great on my tired feet. The huge redwood trees created perfect running temperatures. The green moss was florescent against the dark dirt. These trails are the best.
The further we ran the better my legs felt. My stomach never hurt like it did yesterday and I never felt low on energy. I ate a peanut butter sandwich for the first time, drank a lot of water, took my salt caps and shot bloks and everything just clicked.
Before I knew it, we were closing in on 18 miles (with over 3100 feet of elevation gain) and I didn’t feel done. Sure, I was tired, but not spent must-stop-running now tired or even close. You have no idea how extremely encouraging and happy this made me, especially after yesterday’s tough run.
Another milestone crossed with my longest back to back runs so far and I finished feeling like I could do more.
Magic I tell you.