Weekend from Mt. Pleasant

I had the busiest Friday known to man last week, for a guy who has no Friday classes this semester. Suffice to say, it was laden with down times where I thought, 'Gosh, I could probably go run. . . ' then decided not to do so. My spare moments were always less than an hour in total, with the one exception where I was able to slink off to the SAC and run a quick 3 mile workout before going ice skating. It's still not my absolute favorite thing. I fell a few times and it was quite painful and humiliating.
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Saturday, however, was where the real action was, so to speak. I ran a 15 miler from around 11:30 until around 1:45, or 2 hours in actual running time (time spent standing about, waiting for traffic subtracted). Total time: 1:58:57. I was very excited about that little tidbit. I was not expecting to run the distance that quickly - truth be told, the run was meant for a slow run, not a speedy one - but the conditions were right and my body was ready for a fast-paced long run instead of an easy one. This bodes well for me, though, as it means that I'm probably going to be on track for a 3:40 or better marathon - which would be an outstanding achievement, if I do say so myself.

Saturday night, however, deflated whatever awesome dreams I may have entertained about being some kind of sweet distance runner/feeling well today/being at a respectably fit weight for the run. I went out drinking with the roommates and everyone, sabotaged whatever diet I've been calling this, and ultimately ended up with a massive headache and some kind of screwed up hunger system. I'm back on the late-night hunger binge, which must change once more back into an early morning hunger pang.

Sunday was unproductive until just this last 20 minutes. That's life.

I do not believe I'm going to continue running marathons much after I finish this one. It will be awesome to complete one, sure, but I get insanely bored running the training runs leading up to the marathon itself. My mental resilience is pretty good - I can deal with the long runs, obviously, but it's not as much fun as the more 'middle' distance runs I'm partaking in, such as the 6 to 10 milers - but I'm pretty sure I'm reaching a limit. Maybe it's because I run alone, but even running with a buddy doesn't mitigate the realization that I am taking upwards of three to four hours out of my day for the sole purpose of running. That strikes me as crazy. Maybe I'm too used to 5k distance training, i.e. no more than 8 miles at any given time.

Beh. Time for something else, possibly more productive than this. I'm sure I had another point to make with this, but I can't remember it. Onward to finishing homework.

Oh yes.
Huzzah for the last week before a long, much-needed break!

RKS