Then I pumped it up to 14 miles. It was a busy weekend so I didn't get around to running until 8pm on Sunday. This time I ran to North Avenue beach. I love night running and this one went smooth, too. Until I hit mile 10, which I'm starting to think is my my wall. I pretty much just dragged my feet for the remaining 3 miles. Oh, was I frustrated. But it reminded me that if my runs are too comfortable, if I'm not feeling exhausted at the end, then I'm not pushing harder. Running is supposed to be a constant challenge, a struggle that leaves you fatigued and sometimes distressed when finished. Not every run is accompanied by an euphoric moment. But it's always worth the two, four, ten runs it takes to feel that runner's high.
For now, just knowing I ran 14 (and now 16!!) will suffice. I know I'll soon feel it, too.
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