giant run upcoming

I finally got things on track again. I switched my big runs back to Saturdays, to be in tune with the race. Not that the body really cares whether it's any day of the week or another, just that I believe it gets inured to the rhythm: each seventh day, a big run. I did 13 miles. While I question how come I did not manage as much the week before, I also cannot grasp how I will double the output a week from now.

It is too late now to second-guess myself. We are in countdown mode. My boyfriend emailed me the other day at work: "giant run upcoming." Right.

I looked upon my 13 miles yesterday as a rehearsal run. I considered it a test of sorts. And I ran. I did not think so much about my own running, as of the runners out there whom I know without knowing, who are running this week-end. And I followed them in my mind, step after step, mile after mile: traveler022 braced against the cut-off time at Big Sur; Steve racewalking Eugene; the whole happy gang up north - Michelle, Eric, Rob doing their usual manic shenanigans, ultras and marathons back to back or not, with bleeding feet or not.

My 13 miles were over before I finished thinking.