Training for your first marathon is a strange experience. When you choose your training plan, you look ahead at the long runs and think “I will never, ever, in a month of Sundays, be able to run that distance at that speed” and you panic ever-so-slightly.
But gradually, over the course of the plan, you do manage the distances and it is then that the miracle happens. You reach a recovery week where the length of the long run falls slightly, and you catch yourself thinking “O good, it’s *only* a half”.
Truth be told, that’s the reason that I signed up for my first ultra. It’s not that I want to see what I’m capable of (though I suppose it will be interesting to find out). It’s not that I’m one of those people who looks at a mountain and thinks “wouldn’t it be fun to run up that?”. It’s that I want to know whether I can ever get to the point where I look at my training plan and think “O good, it’s *only* a marathon”.
Today’s run, in the enjoyable company of plustenner, was “only 14 miles”, so I’ve a way to go yet!