Well, yesterday was do or die on the marathon training schedule. 18 miles or bust. When I showed up for the 7am meetup, I was pretty sure it was gonna be die. Heat, humidity and dead legs -- the trifecta. Worse yet, only the fast guys showed up. I told them not to wait, and went out at my own pace -- slow. . . To get back in time to meet up again at 8:00, I took the short Prospect Park loop. The speedy gang went by me like I was standing still going up the hill. This would have been depressing, but I bumped into my long lost running buddy, M_, who was in town from New Jersey. We ran together for a bit, and then back to Carroll Park.
The air in the Park was still. By the end of the first loop (7 miles), I was drenched and despairing. We gathered another gang of runners at 8:00 am, including some slowpokes, so I had company from mile 7-11, at the far side of the Manhattan Bridge. From there I soldiered on alone, up to the Williamsburg Bridge, through Fort Greene, Prospect Heights, and then home. It was miserable. I was in survival shuffle mode pretty much the whole way. But I slogged through it and got it done.
All I have to do is run 20 next weekend (ugh), and then it's taper. I still haven't bought my airplane tickets, but it will be worth it, just to see Spencer.