

Last year for my birthday run I simply woke up and decided that I could run 28 miles. Well, after only running 18 of those 28 miles (and walking the rest), I decided to train a bit this year to make sure that I could finish the whole thing in a more dignified manner. Since February, I've been running between 13-20 miles almost every Saturday to get in some longer distances. Most of them felt pretty good, except for the 46-degree 19-miler that rained on me the entire time and I ended up stopping at some guy's house to borrow his cell phone and call Amy to come pick me up because I was freezing and had no more energy to run the last 5 miles home.
For my birthday run, Amy helped out by giving me drinks and some apple slices around mile 16 and 24. They were much needed and much appreciated breaks. She also took a couple pictures from the car.

But my favorite was my 31-miler. I left around noon and told Amy I'd be home in 2 1/2 to 3 hours. Well, 4 1/2 hours later, I finally made it back home. Silly Amy was starting to wonder what happened to me and if I was going to be coming home. But I felt great and ran the entire time (except for a 5 minute potty/drink break an hour and a half into it).
My birthday run wasn't as nice as my 31-miler the previous week. Some friends said that it was because I had just run 31 miles and then turned around a week later and tried 29. I just thought that it was because I ran the first 18 miles at 8 minute pace instead of 8:30 pace (which makes a big difference).