This morning, I got up early to beat the heat and got my longest run ever at 9.1 miles. I've been averaging between 7 1/2 to 8 minute miles for my shorter runs of 3 or 4 miles, and was surprised that I did my 9 mile run at a 9 minute/mile pace. 9 miles was tough, more mentally than physically. I can see myself doing the half marathon without dying, but I couldn't imagine doing a full marathon. The monotony seems like it would kill you.
I've been reconsidering doing a mini-triathlon, ever since Cathie's Dad spent some time helping me figure out how to swim in a way that I won't drown. I've swam a bit since then found three things:
- I don't float.
- Form is important
- Swimming 50 yards is hard. Swimming 1/2 mile will be even tougher.