In the past two years, I have trained for two marathons. Two marathons that didn't work out exactly as I had hoped. Try like way worse than I hoped. (Based on my 5K PR, I should be capable of a 3:51 marathon. My PR is 5:06).
During each of those training cycles, my weekly mileage maxed out at 38. I ran that far once during my first training cycle and twice during the second. In the past five weeks, my lowest mileage week has been 38. Seriously? And I haven't even run my first 20 miler yet. That is just crazy to me.
Looking ahead in my schedule, my 50+ mile weeks seemed quite intimidating. 50 miles is a lot. Like 5,850 calories worth of running. Do you know how many cupcakes I could eat for 5,850 calories?
OK, that was not my point. What I was getting at is that I am no longer intimidated. Because in the first seven days of August, I logged 56.2 miles.
Six days of running + One day of rest = 56.2 miles and one happy Tonia.