I'm still hungry.
This year has been a revelation. I have run farther and I have run faster than ever before. But I want more.
So what do I do now?
I am still beyond the four-hour barrier, onward swims my white whale. If it were not for a wedding, I very well might have signed up for the Columbus Marathon. But alas, it was not meant to be. Instead, I will return to Cleveland.
In years past, I ran the Cleveland Half Marathon, but I didn't this year because of financial circumstances. To make up for my absence, I shall run two halves in 2010. And yet again, I will be looking for that sub-four performance.
But what shall I do until then?
Autumn has arrived in Northeast Ohio. The weather has cooled significantly. Excepting today, this week's weather forecast calls for cold rain. That rain will turn to snow in no time. My body feels a bit worn down after an eight-miler on Sunday, and I feel the slight tickle of potential H1N1 in my throat. All of which gives me an idea: let's run barefoot!
I've been consulting with southofthecliff, who just wrote maybe the most brutal race report ever, and he says the best way to get started with shoeless running is to go out on a rest day. Normally, I would have run three recovery miles today. Instead, I'm going to take a lap or two around my block and dirty up my soles.
If this experiment succeeds, I hope to add one day per week of barefoot running to complement my training. I'm not ready to sacrifice my soles to the Shoeless Society quite yet. Besides, I just got a new pair of racing flats. And besides besides, if you think I'm running barefoot when the snowflakes come, you're just dumb.