I ran 17 miles in the pouring rain.
I was not sure if I was mentally tough enough to beat the crap out of myself again for another marathon. Fortunately I jumped over a ton of mental walls this morning. It rained hard enough from miles 9 to 14 that I had to run without my glasses on . . I cannot walk around the block without my glasses on. The interesting thing without not having my glasses on (and not being able to see!) was that it heightened my other senses immensely . . .I will enter the gates of heaven to the smell of wet bark.
Running in the rain for 3 miles is "life" giving. Run 17 miles in the rain is "life" sucking.
I finished this week running 41 miles. 41 miles is alot of miles for me.
When I got home I sat in an ice bath . . . .I tried to freeze my pain! I have 3 phenomenal blisters now as a result of running in wet socks and shoes.
26.2 miles seems like a daunting task.
