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10 Reasons I Can Run 100 Miles: Reason #6

Reason #6: I've Trained

No doubt- I put in the work.

While I never hit that "golden" miles-per-week I initially wanted, I did well at my ultimate goal during training-- bringing myself as close to the breaking point as possible, so that I grow from it, without going over the edge.

I did some time on feet runs (10 hours of Lone Peak, 15 at Zion) some mileage based runs (an almost 50k PR at the end of a 108 mile week, twins+little black+ city creek) training on my weaknesses (low blood sugar runs, steep uphills) and a bit of training on my strengths (downhill). Night runs, pacing runs, back to backs... a little bit of everything. No method to this madness!

All my training info is here:

http://je10.fastrunningblog.com/

Now I just need to trust the training. From a Wednesday to a Wednesday (so 7 1/4 days) I did 108 miles. Given that I couldn't build my base as much as a I wanted earlier in the spring due to injury, I'll take it. The work is there...

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  1. I can vouch for all your training, early mornings, and heavy eating...

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