It was actually a most uneventful run. No inclement weather or aggravating aches and pains to complain about. No near fatal road accidents or annoying catcalls to stew over. And not a single dog encounter or body bag to report. Completely and utterly uneventful. And that is exactly what I needed. Just a strong, solid long run without any unnecessary distractions to boost my confidence before heading into the next month of training when my distance really picks up in preparation for my race. 62 days and counting...
On another note, I got an e-mail notification this week from the director of the race events in my hometown this summer (last year, I ran the full marathon and plan to run the half this year). As part of a growing event, they're trying out an inaugural group training program that will meet every Saturday morning to do long runs together. I'm sorely tempted to join. Last year, I did every mile of my marathon training alone. Hours-long training runs with nothing but the thoughts in my own head could have potentially been a dangerous thing. I survived, obviously, but it'd be nice to have the option of doing training runs with the company of others. The group runs would have to be coordinated with my current training program... a little tricky, but not impossible.
The only drawback I foresee: I don't like following the leader. I've never joined a group exercise class because I know full well I'd have issues with obeying the commands of the skinny, bubbly instructor in her cute matching spandex outfit. I march to the beat of my own drum when I work out. When I feel like stepping it up a notch, I do it on my own accord, not because somebody with a ridiculous amount of energy is telling me to do it. So, I can see myself rebelling a bit during group runs, especially if it involves following a leader at a pre-determined pace. As soon as I felt the pressure to speed up when I felt like slowing down, the novelty of the "group run" would come to a screeching halt.
Maybe I'm being stubborn and running with a group would actually be very good for me, both physically and mentally. Or maybe I'll just keep on going like I am. Another several hundred hours with nothing but the thoughts in my own head won't kill me.