Running is Meant to be about a momentary escape, a bit of therapy time where the physical demand can block out other stuff. Right?

Not Today.

I ran tired, hungry and angry, and each of these sensations were acutely enhanced as a result of the time on the road. The tired part will be rectified shortly after this blog entry. The hungry part has been fixed, courtesy of a huge bowl of pasta and veges. The angry part has dulled a little with time, exhaustion and  a recognition that I need to set a new goal.

So I did:  The LA Marathon, March 18th. One part of me is screaming at me for how far away that is, and the other is suddenly uneasy about how close. Again, it's a big vacation event, so time is not of the essence (though 3:00 to 3:15 will be a nice incremental step down from Berlin) - it's about spending time with IW, seeing a new city and enjoying it.

Tonight's run was the 13km Causeway loop. I ran in shoes, since the old Fingens have produced a huge blister between my left pinky toe and the next little one. I once again struggle with the barefoot / shoe dilemma for the marathon distance. After Berlin, I decided I would go for it and focus on barefoot, but tonight I reach the same point as in September, where shoes are simply faster and more comfortable for the long haul. In the next week I'll revise a training plan for the 11 or 12 weeks till then.
Tonight was meant to be 22km, but the Hungry part took care of that as I neared the Causeway Bridges. Now to take care of the Tired part..........