I mentioned last week that our 16 mile training run was painful. And wet. And horrible. And I might not have mentioned this, but it was one of those runs that nearly convinced me that this whole marathon thing was a bad idea. So heading into today's 18 miler, I was scared. I felt like I was getting ready for one of those races where you get all hyped-up and think you are going to PR. But instead, you cramp up and fall flat on your face. Add all of that emotion to the fact that I was trying new long run socks for the first time since May of 2008 and well, let's just say, I wasn't feeling too confident.
Yet, somehow, by some act of God, the run was AWESOME! (All three hours of it.) There was never a moment that a negative thought crossed my mind. I finished and thought, "Wow, I could totally run eight more miles." I LOVE runs like that! Talk about a confidence boost going into the two long runs (20 miles, in case you were wondering). Only five weeks to go!