I must admit that the best long runs for me are often unplanned. Indeed, I had planned for this run to be in the long-ish category but had no plans of doing my longest run ever on this particular day.
However, according to my training plan it was high time to crack out a 20, and since I hope to not end up disgraced at my first Marathon I knew it had to happen.
|And happen it DID!|
I headed out for a run late Thursday afternoon with the plan to run several towns over to my BFF's house! Running directly there would have been just a hair over 13 miles, over a mountain (as you can see) and then into the relatively flat area several towns over. I pretty much ran thru my town, skipped into Harrison, sprinted into Otisfield, put a toe into Norway, Saw the other side of Otisfield and finally made it to the booming metropolis of Oxford. Where I discovered that I still had daylight and was feeling oddly, weirdly GREAT casually tapped out a few bonus miles to make it an even 2-0.
And if prancing in a leisurely fashion across the 20 mile mark isn't straight up obnoxious that I don't know what is?