Last weekend I ran 16 miles. Thats the farthest I have ever run.
I ran at a comfortable pace, so I can't say it was a difficult run. I will say that around mile 11, it became a boring run. And once I hit mile 13, I REALLY WANTED TO STOP. The conversation I had with myself for the next 3 miles was, in hindsight, slightly hilarious but mostly pathetic. Essentially I just begged myself to keep going. There was nothing motivational or inspirational going through my head, just pure desperation: Please, please just keep running! Please!
I've found that in all my runs of 13+ miles, my body just wants to quit at mile 13. I don't know why. Maybe its because I've run 13 miles enough to know I can do it. But anything beyond that is just scary.
13 miles doesn't seem that far to me. 14 miles seems like an eternity. 16 miles makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry.
So I'm a little nervous for the remainder of my marathon training. All of my weekend miles increase ever so slightly until I begin to taper for the race. In other words, my long runs add another mile per weekend from now until mid-October. *GULP*
I'm not sure if this is mental hurdle or a physical hurdle. How do I get over this fear? Anyone else ever felt this way?