Finally I got it together enough to put in my long-run this week. I had a poor week, ran only one time. I did 13 miles today at a fairly fast clip - took me about an hour and fifty minutes which is decent I suppose for a training run. Odd weather - gray and windy with a few drops of rain to blue skies and sunshine all on the same trip. I ran a different route than normal. Found myself in a fairly bad side of town with lots of dogs chained or fenced. They didn't seem to be used to joggers, but they did well as guard dogs. It made me think briefly of our relatively new dog (Zeke - 11 months old) ferociously digging holes in the back yard, or perhaps chewing another pair of perfectly good footwear. He does enjoy barking it up at the passersby in the alley when he gets the opportunity. Dogs are so innately territorial.
I twisted and turned all through the city. Ended up at a quaint little bike shop we have in town right along the river. From there I turned and headed home, checking out things downtown, keeping my stride and heart rate pleasantly ticking. This was just a run to put in the time, going through the motions, getting my legs comfortable with the motion. I have two weeks before my marathon. I am honestly not looking forward to it. My motivation is lost - gone after Ironman. Oh well. I'm not a triathlete: those days are over. I'm a runner. I am a runner. I'm going to start repeating this mantra in the mirror every morning, like Annette Bening in American Beauty trying to sell that house.
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