The short runs increase to 4 miles this week. Obviously nothing I can't handle, because I've done these mid-week before, and I ran 10 miles this weekend! Off I go, at a pretty good pace. I can feel the lactic acid in my legs, so I remind myself that the goal of this run is to work that out so I can have a good run tomorrow or Wednesday. I use my new mantra: "I am a marathoner. I love to run. I feel fit, and strong, and healthy. I always finish. I am a marathoner." I think about what I learned over the weekend: I can finish 10 miles. After, I will be hungry, and food will not seem to stay in my stomach. If I then start to drink beer or cheap champagne, I will be very drunk. But I will still feel amazing for having run 10 miles. And that gets me through 4 miles, 46:34.