I wake up at 6AM and make some mental notes to myself. (I rode around last night and am aware of 6 miles from Point A to Point B from the city to Westchester County. If I run it once I am good and if I get to the last 4 miles, I can run a half-marathon.)
This is my long run so I will have some orange juice. I did not read about what to eat so good old Tropicana will have to do the trick.
Mile 1 - 8: I am cruising along listening to some sermons on my iPod.
Mile 9: I think I am parched. I need some water. There is store on the right and I am going to get me 1 Liter of cold water. I drink it as I walk and throw the empty bottle in the trash can outside of the hardware store. Time to go!
Mile 14: I can not believe I am still going.
Mile 18: I am thirsty again. It is time to stop at the store and get some more water. This time 1 liter of Fiji is great. I walk three blocks as I drink my Fiji. All gone...now time to go.
Mile 20: No turning back because I am in the middle of the run and the house. I have to do a round-trip to get back to the house. Legs you can do it. And they did.
Mile 22 COMPLETE and MARATHON it is!!!
Now my legs feel like I did 3000 squats and my feet are on fire so can I crawl up the steps to my bedroom? How will I put shoes on for church tomorrow? Flip flops for the rest of the day and minimal movement.