When I was marathon training last time, long runs were a huge, daunting challenge. A big question mark, because I didn't know what to expect and if I could make it.
This time, since I know my legs are capable of it, I don't fear double digit runs. I crave them. I'm ridiculously excited about them. Like having-running-dreams-the-night-before excited. Like popping-out-of-bed-unprompted-by-the-alarm-clock at 7:25 excited. Like running-around-(mostly)-giddy-for-2-hours-and-43-minutes excited.
It's ironic because I sometimes fail to muster up the enthusiasm or energy for even a 3 mile run on a week day. I guess it just doesn't have the same glamour.
16 miles down yesterday! I've got 5 and 9 during the week and then 18(!) on Saturday.
What does your week look like? Anybody else in love with the long run?