16.27 miles

The furthest I've ever run previously is 15.1 miles. This morning, I ran 16.27. It's weird because all those previous long runs begin to lose their significance. So, for example, today I combined two runs, both of which, at sometime in the past, I'd considered to be at the extreme of what I could do. 

It felt good, too. A couple of twinges along the way but the last two miles were both pretty quick. And it was a sunny morning, which somehow takes the pressure off entertaining myself mentally; I can simply enjoy the weather and the scenery. And, unlike last week, I was good at keeping myself hydrated. 

It's funny, of all the things I've aspired to be, a runner isn't one of them, but after - what? - maybe twenty-three years of running, I'm beginning to think I could unashamedly describe myself as a runner. Well, amateur runner, anyway. 

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Reading: 'Reality Is Not What It Seems'