Half and Half makes Full?

This Sunday is exactly a year from the date I ran my first official half marathon.  I trained, stressed and completed a personal challenge I wouldn't have thought I could do when I started out.  Last year I worked very hard, over many months, to get to that day last year and accomplish what I was able to accomplish.  It's been exactly a year. 
This year started out and I didn't know if I wanted to spend the time training.  I thought I would put the decision off and just run and not worry about training and if I changed my mind about training and enter the race I would.  I never changed my mind.  It was my decision to not register for the race and I stuck to that decision.   I didn't register, I didn't train, but I kept running.  Last Sunday - one week ago - I went out for a morning run in my neigborhood and instead of the 4 miles I had set on my workout sensor I completed a half marathon.  I ran 13.1 miles last Sunday.  I felt good.  I felt as if I had completed the same task as I had last year - my way.  Then, somehow during the past week I was able to let the good feelings of accomplishing this personal goal get away from me.  I had many people ask if I was running the half marathon scheduled for today.  I explained no, I had made the decision not to train.  They seemed surprised, since they knew I have been running and since I had done it last year.  It was a natural reaction, I guess.  But more and more people asked and as the week went on, I was beginning to feel as if I was, somehow, letting everyone that asked down by not running the official race.  I was losing that great feeling of accomplishment I had even though I had actually run the distance already.  Finally, by the end of the week, I was feeling pretty low and knew I had to cut it out.  I was finally able to realize that it wasn't the case.  I was thinking too hard.  If I had registered for the race I would have been doing it for them and not for me.  What would be the point in that?  So I let it go and didn't think about any more.  It would be fine.
This morning I awoke early and realized I had left my upstairs window open.  The weather outside was wonderful!  I thought, I'm going out and run a 10K - 6.2 miles.  I geared up, set my workout sensor and started my run and it was fine.
You know how this goes, don't you?  I didn't stop at a 10K.  I didn't stop at 10 miles.  I ran the distance of another half marathon (two Sundays in a row) - 13.1 miles.  I had to.  Think of all the people I might have let down.  But no.  It wasn't about them at all.  I didn't give them a thought at all.  It was about me and what I felt I could accomplish.  It felt good and this week if anyone even asks if I ran the race I guess I'll say no but I ran the distance - twice.  And for those who might be interested in the times...since some people think that is important...  My first official half marathon time last year was 2:28:18.  Last Sunday (and please realize my sensor isn't completely accurate) my time for an unoffical half marathon was 2:29:57.  Today, a week later, my half marathon time was 2:25:53.  Go figure.  I think it might have been because today I didn't stop to shake the pebbles out of my shoes the way I had to do last week.  I feel pretty good.  This time I don't think the feeling can be shaken.  I did it.  Again.
I guess my next question is...
Does running two half marathon one week apart count as running a full marathon?  Nah - doesn't.  But it sure feels pretty good just the same!
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