When you become a long distance runner (something I never in a million years would have thought I’d become, and I still have a hard time admitting to) you lose perspective on distance.
Before continuing, I want to note that I consider myself more a trail runner than I do a long distance runner. Many athletes run much longer distances than I. Just so happens that I love trails so much, that I run and run and run.
Anyway, back to losing perspective. I’ve forgotten how difficult it was to get my long run up to 4 miles. And though I remember the joy of running ten miles for the first time, I’ve come to think of ten miles as a short run. Four miles is really short. That’s what I mean about losing perspective. I know dang well that ONE mile is a long way. It’s just hard for me to see now. My family knows that I have no perspective on distance, and of course teases me about it. My son says things like, “Mom thinks 20 miles is a short run,” which I don’t, or, “What’d you run, 100 miles today?” (Of course, I have not done a 100 mile run).
Well, this morning, I think I finally converted my husband into losing distance perspective. I told him that I was going to run to The Top of the World and back via Cholla Trail and West Ridge, a six mile run. When I returned, he looked at me surprised to see me in the house so “quickly” and said, “Boy, six miles is short!” Yes, he actually said that six miles was short. LOL.
Yes it was a “shortish” run, but by no means SHORT. And I ran it in my usual stomping grounds, Aliso/Wood Canyons – it was a lovely, relaxing run.