Okay, it hit me the other day that Rome is soon -- less than two months away. That means that the serious long runs have to start now. I usually like to log four 18-20 milers before a marathon. That's just not going to happen. I did 15 last week. Seventeen today. Next week is the Manhattan Half, so I have time for two 20s before March 1. Today was just one of those days when the idea of running a marathon seems inconceivable. The weather was great. I had company for the first 11 miles, which helped, but still at 9 miles I was feeling pretty much cooked. When my colleague peeled off, I just settled into the survival shuffle and slogged it out. I still don't feel completely recovered from November. Or is it that I'm not fully recovered from Christmas?
Maybe Max was right. Maybe it does all end at 50 . . .