Yes, it happened to me. Well, at least almost.
I woke up feeling great after a relaxing Saturday watching The Lorax. Then I got a great deal of inspiration from Olga, who just won the Neuces 50 miler in Texas (after no sleep, nonetheless). I figured in order to keep up with her at the Hells Hills 50 miler April 3rd, I had better get my ass in gear. Plus there is only time for long runs on weekends.
The sun was shining over the whole island of Sjælland. Because of a birthday party in Copenhangen an SR's parents kindly watching the kids, we arranged an interesting training day:
We ran 12.25 miles in 1:46, relaxed and ate for 3 hours at the party, and then did the same 12.25 miles again, this time in 1:53 (God, I love having a Garmin). A total of 24.5 miles in 3:39. Not bad for a training day. Okay, it wasn't a full marathon length, it wasn't a PR and it wasn't the whole distance at the same time (I am a filthy liar). BUT it felt great. I am barely sore. It is exhillarating to be able to run such a distance at such a pace and hardly feel it.
I will just add the time flew with intersting conversations: everything from the tourist industry in Sierra City, CA to the downfall of Edie Sedgwick. It was however good that our run was almost over when we started arguing about the Icelandic national debt.
No music today, but here's a good new song from Iceland:
"By and By" by Lay Low