I ran for 3 hours alongside my Team in Training teammate Nicole and a few of our mentors. There was no lull in attention, or intensity, and I didn't get at all bored. A really bad pop song was stuck in my head almost the whole time, but that didn't bother me. In those 3 hours, I ran 17.6 miles, and guess what--I felt great. Sure, my legs weren't the most comfortable they had ever been, but I had energy left and I could have gone further, had it not been for the time limit.
After that, I began to taper. I've been on taper mode for a little over a week now, and I gotta say, it's been nice to not have to worry about the upcoming long run. I ran a half marathon this past Sunday, as the end of a trilogy of half marathons I have done throughout the year, and dare I say, it felt easy. Of course this is in comparison to the 17.6 miles I ran the week before, and all that shows is that everything is relative.
The marathon is a little less than 2 weeks away, and I'm beyond excited to run 26.2 miles. It's going to be hard, especially if I have the bad luck of having a bad day. But I feel like I'm ready for the mental and physical challenge of the race.
At some point during the race, I know I will hit a point where I just don't want to run anymore. This happened during the 100 mile relay race, on my last leg, and it took 3 miles to deal with it and get over myself. I'm hoping that since I've experienced the fatigue and lethargy of exhaustion, I will know how to better handle myself when I hit this point. I have a race mantra in my head, and I'm anxious to see if it will help me get through the miles.
Until then, I just have to wait. Oh, and run approximately 20 more miles between now and then.