Today, I ran the Homestretch 20 miler. Also known as the longest training run I will do before the Columbus marathon in October. I chatted with other runners on the course, cheered on the fast people who were on their way back as I just sweated my way to the turnaround point.
I met a lady who told me she started running in her late fifties. I told her that I hope to be just like her one day. She’s 65 now. This will be her tenth marathon. I also saw a girl I knew in High School. She is incredibly tall, so of course she is faster than I. This will be her first marathon.
While I was out there running, I thought about things. I thought about the story, which is nearly there, too. I thought about the protagonist, and what her fate will be. being a very low tech runner, I didn’t wear a watch or heart monitor, or any of that. I don’t like knowing how far I have to go. I think I tend to work the same way writing. While I develop plots vaguely, there is always an,”and then,” that I haven’t figured out. I do over-develop characters, though, and have to go back and change things later when they start acting odd. Or acting out, I suppose. No one ever wants to be what I think they should.
Well, I finished the race in 3:43. Not bad, not great, but not bad. I guess I’m looking at about 4:50 for the marathon. I wanted faster, but I don’t think it’s possible just now. This past week has been really hard. I’ve been tired, and the cooler weather has made everyone start to act out. I’ve been withdrawn. I need to eat something.