Some things can kill you. Bad deer meat that the Chinese Buffet got off of the highway. A Tsunami in your bathtub when you left your rubber duckies in the other room. Gang Greene when untreated with whiskey and bullets. Believing that mullets are really in style and not having the cars up on blocks in your front yard to match. All of these things can get you killed in normal course of living while clinging to this mortal coil.
18 miles does not kill you. It does not come close. In fact it only makes you regret a few things in life. One is having stupid music on your Ipod. The other is not having teammates that you could have helped pull you up the tough parts in the course. In the course I ran on Saturday there was one constant that reverberated throughout the course. Hills. Oh there might be a slim downhill on the way up - and there might then be a small respite of moderate decline in the elevation. It seemed to me in the untreated eye of a novice runner that around every turn there were more hills and all of them laughing at you. Taunting you and daring you to: "Come on over it is fine up here, there is enough cement for you to spatter on. There is always room for one more."
What did happen during my run is that I had to stop - literally - and reconfigure my run. It was sort of like taking a snow globe that was a chaotic storm and then allowing the flakes to settle and then the scope of what you are trying to conquer. Of course the image would not end up revealing an Alice in Wonderland, more like a tableau of a burning English village with the Vikings boarding the boats.
The key to this run was to begin again after the end of the run. What I mean is that after you have stopped running - to begin again to reach your goal. Even though you stop you can start again towards what the original goal was. Reaching the goal, although paused, is still reachable. Although this goes beyond just the fat burning melee that occurs while running - it helps to get past the brick wall that occurs when your body begins to realize that your brain is unbalanced and needs to stop for a couple of Twinkies so as to regain your balance.
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