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    A funny thing happened on my long run…

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    My route began through a subdivision before hitting the edge of town.  I live in a rural area and I love running out in the country.  As I was headed out of town, I glanced at my GPS.  Then I did a double take.  I thought it was farther than half a kilometre from my house to the edge of town?  Oh well…I kept running.

    A while later I glanced at it again and realized it thought I hadn’t moved.  I looked more carefully this time and realized it had stopped.  So I hit start.  Nothing.  I tried reset.  Nothing.  None of the buttons were doing anything.  Rats!

    I contemplated turning around and going back for my trusty old stopwatch but decided against it.  Fortunately I had run this same distance last week, so I knew exactly where to turn around.  It would be weird though!  How would I stay on pace?  How would I even know?

    I just ran by perceived effort.  I know there are tons people who do it all the time, but I haven’t in so long that it was a little strange.  At the same time it was a little bit liberating.

    No thinking “this week I ran it 1 minute slower, but then I did stop to tie my shoelace and had to wait for traffic at the corner….”  I hadn’t even noticed what time it was when I left the house so I couldn’t figure out my average pace when I got home.  Sure there’s no measure of progress, but there’s also no comparison.  No nothing, really.  I felt good, yet disconnected.

    On the other hand, while I was disconnected from time, I was extra-aware of my body.  I don’t know if it was the absence of the distraction of staying on pace, or what, but I was really able to notice when my legs began to feel heavy.  I know that sounds crazy, but usually when I notice, my legs have been heavy for a while and I never really noticed when it began – but somehow, today, I was able to pinpoint just as the feeling began.  That will be very helpful when testing my fuelling strategy!

    When I got home and handed my GPS to my husband, he had it unstuck in no time (a relief, yet strangely infuriating).  While I had a good run today, I am glad to have my GPS back.

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    A runner for just over four years, Karen has already completed a marathon, two half marathons and a variety of 5k and 10k races. She describes her first marathon - the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon last September - as "a nightmare." However, she met a very interesting person in the process - a man named Sydney who was running his 152nd marathon! Although the race didn't go as well as planned for Karen or Sydney, he showed her that no matter how experienced a runner you are, you can still have a bad day. "Does that mean we shouldn't bother to prepare, or maybe just shouldn't bother at all? Of course not!" says Karen. "In the end, it is what we make it." We like her optimism!