After a couple of beers last night (was a stressful end to my work week so I told myself it was warranted :)), not the best dinner (breaded chicken and lots of chips), and not a great night’s sleep, I did not have high hopes for today’s long run, but I went out anyway since the weather was being kind. We had plus 7 this morn so it was much easier than some past runs. Only 3 layers today! Held myself to a quick 30sec stop at 7 and 14 for a munch of my Cliff bar, adjustment of my playlist and a honk of my nose. Then went on to 18k. My pace was a little quicker than past long runs so that was hopeful too. Thats my furthest distance to date. Was thinking about pushing to 20, but honestly I was out of steam by then. I swear I don’t know how you marathoners do it. Much, much respect to you all. 14 seemed to be the toxic mark today. Once that was past, the rest was a little bit easier.