Friday night as I lay in bed I considered what I'd run today. I need a long run this weekend but I didn't think I be able to fit in 16 miles before we had to leave. (I refuse to get up earlier than I have to on a workday!). I arrived at 9 miles because I could A) sleep until 6:30
B) run at or around race pace enough miles to feel like I got a good run in but not have dead legs for my 3 hour run tomorrow (I'll let you know how that turns out!).
C) just long enough to avoid hauling fuel and water
D) home and showered in time to leave by 9:30
Seriously?!? When on earth did my mindset switch so that 9 miles 'isn't tht long' & 'ONLY takes an hour and a half"
The runners mind....it's an unexplainable thing!
Btw, I have also convinced myself I can run a marathon topping out at 17 (crappy) miles. Yeah, über cray cray ;-D