Saturday’s long run of 18 miles was one of those once in a yearish sort of runs. I want to say “everything” or “so in the zone” or “perfect” but those are all cliche, aren’t they? So I’ll go with: it was a great run. And by that I mean that I didn’t feel tired and my energy level was balanced and I listened to some good stuff, the ol’ stuff (“Wait, wait…Don’t Tell me,” “This American Life,” and some good tunes). A nice run like that gives you confidence, once again, that you can run a marathon and probably won’t fall apart.
Things that contributed to the nice run: good running weather (low 50s), Cliff Power Shots (Mocha…yumm and has caffeine, too!) and fog (I then wasn’t distracted by how far I had to go because you know that CR 32 is one long stretch of pavement).