No, this isn't a post about women who have too many babies (though I do have some thoughts about that). It's a post about running. We're now 8 weeks away from the Illinois Half Marathon, which will be my first long race in nearly two years. Training is going well so far. I'm volunteering as a mentor for our local running club's half marathon training program, which has been really fun. I like meeting folks new to running longer distances; in these contexts, my obscure knowledge of things like Body Glide and what to eat before a race is much appreciated.
The long runs started at 5 miles and have now moved up to 8 miles. In fact, it seems like we've been at 8 miles forever. In the last month I've run about as many kinds of 8-milers as a runnerchick can run: a long, slow 8 on pavement; a snowy, cold, wet 8 on trails; a speedy 8 because it included a 4-mile race pace run; and a 7 that felt like an 8 because it included going up and down 5 parking garages. There's good reason for hanging out at 8 miles, of course. You don't want to jump up too quickly in mileage, and we've still got plenty of time to add mileage later in our trianing. But still, I'm getting ready for the magical world of 9 miles and beyond.
But first, this weekend, one more 8 - this one, which coincides with a short trip south, will be a Nashville 8, hopefully in the company of a superfastrunningfriend in Music City. If he's willing to slum it and run 10:15 miles with me.