You still have 6 more miles. At least another 45 minutes, probably more at the pace you feel like you’re going. The snow fell last night and the sidewalks are sorta clear, clear enough, but every step you take you have to think about not falling. The Michigan sun has been great all week, shining and bright—that is until this morning, the morning of your long run.
Run. Run. Run–4.5 more miles to go. Your pace has slowed, your legs are tired and your feet are dragging, but you have to keep going. It’s not like you can turn around and be home any faster; there are more miles behind you! Finally having found you rhythm on the road, away from the slick sidewalk, you feel okay. Not great, but better than the first 3 miles you slogged through.
Feeling safe in your reflective gear on the not-so-busy road at 9:30 am during the week, you stretch and your stride has finally found a balance. That is until a truck drives by, hits a slushy, muddy, nasty puddle right to your right. Now you’re wet and colder than you were before.
2.5 miles left. What is on your mind? At this point you’re basically done, but there is something keeping you from walking the rest, from giving up. Something you cannot wait to see, taste, touch, smell… what is it?
-Is it a hot shower?
-Is it a bowl of oatmeal?
-Is it a kiss from your significant other when you walk in the door sweaty and cold?
-Is is a beer?
What ever it is, after a run like this you deserve it. You have less than a mile to go and that thing—that object, that feeling should be on your mind. You better know where it is, or where you can get it the moment you walk through the door.
I tell myself that I’m only allowed one run like this per-training. Today was most definitely that run. But an hour and forty minutes later it was over, I finished. For me, that thing that I crave most, that one thing that was literally on my mind for the entire 9.5 miles I ran this morning, (9.5, not 8 like I had planned, I got lost, yeah, it’s been one of those days,) was a cup of hot coffee.

My saviour
I didn’t even make it home before I went to the coffee shop to get my recovery coffee. So cold, so wet, so tired—that coffee did exactly what I needed it to do. I think that every runner needs something that when a run can’t give them that feeling (you know what feeling I’m talking about,) they can still finish the miles and then create the feeling themselves!
What is your thing?
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