Today's reason to go on - figure out just what the hell long distance running is and why I love it so.
Until that time it remains, simply, a reason to go on. I'm running a half marathon, my first, on January 25, which will be one year to the day I quit smoking cigarettes. I'm running with a group now, Mondays (before Sidewalk) and Saturday mornings. A bunch of us want to do the Brooklyn Half in May.
Our Saturday runs start with a warm up jog from Union Square to the river. There's always 12-25 people depending on the day and by the time we reach the river people have fallen into packs based on pace and intended mileage. Today the pack I run with all came in sort of itching to do a long run. We were feeling really good around the 3 mile mark and went for it. The result is the run you see above. Which was great. And sort of... easy? which is weird to say but sort of true. I felt almost like I should keep going.
And this is after the run I did yesterday, a hard eight miles including the loop of Central Park. I should have been tired and run down today. But it does't really work like that. In some ways, the complete opposite is true. It gets easier every day. It, like in so many things, is hard to begin.