My fingers are still crossed that this injury is behind me. As of this post, I’ve run two 3-milers since Sunday, and my foot feels pretty good. I promise to take it slow though. The last thing I want is to go through that again. So… whatever it takes.
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That first run after my last marathon felt a little off. Actually, it felt a lot off but I chose to ignore the pain. Two 5-milers, a few 3-milers and a week in Paris later, I finally went to the doctor. The diagnosis? Undecided. The prescription? Rest.
Rest?! Clearly, he had no idea who he was dealing with here.
Well, today was a big day. My last 20 miler before my next marathon. According to my Hal Higdon plan, I had to do three of these bad boys. So as of this afternoon, I completed them all successfully (?) and now I’m looking at three weeks of taper time before the Rock n Roll marathon in DC.
Now that I’ve done three 20s for this training, plus the three 20s while training for my last marathon, the long run holds a slightly different meaning for me. In the beginning, I had no idea if I could even finish it. I mean, 20 miles is a long fucking run. It sounds crazy when I think about it sometimes. But here I sit, with six of them under my belt plus one full marathon. So what changes?