To be honest, my head was still full of disbelief that I have managed a half marathon. I ran along thinking 'these legs ran a half marathon'... 'I ran a half marathon'... repeating those words in my head to try to convince myself that it really happened. I'm thinking to myself 'maybe I am a proper runner'... and I allow that thought to drift around my head a bit. It feels kinda nice. I know when I was running yesterday the time seemed to pass really quickly. Two hours yesterday felt no different to twenty minutes today.
Weirdly, I don't even really notice the route today. It's one I've done lots of times before. It's my default 'can't be bothered to put in much effort' short route. But I like the fact that these days it's all on auto-pilot. My legs know what they're supposed to do. It's not easy - it's still running after all - but if I want to coast along, I now know that I could do 13.1 miles of coasting and feel absolutely fine afterwards... so today I coasted.
The fact that I enjoyed it so much yesterday shows me exactly how much I've come to love running in general.
Maybe that's what makes you a proper runner?
Geeky stats stuff
|Avg Pace:||8:54 min/mi|
|Avg Moving Pace:||8:55 min/mi|
|Best Pace:||7:56 min/mi|