I remember that feeling during the half marathon in March. I'd never run more than 10 miles before the race, and when I reached mile 10 that day I thought OK, from this point on it's all new.
But it really wasn't. Because at mile 10, I needed to go 3.1 more miles. That's a 5K, and I'd run 5K before. That's how I got started, in fact, with the Couch to 5K program.
I know runners who hack their brains during races by setting goals, meeting them, then keeping on:
Just gotta make it to that tree, that's all. I can make it to the tree.
And at the tree: Just gotta get to the mailbox, no big deal.
It's all funny math and mind games, this marathon training.
Legend has it that mapmakers used to mark unexplored territories with HC SVNT DRACONES: here be dragons. Fourteen miles feels a little like that. But for a brainy type like me, whose major sport in school was Academic Decathlon, it also feels like this:
Go find some magic this weekend, friends.
And for those of you running the MCM---you have my great admiration. Go Roy. Go Sean. And Go Shelly.