Time is drawing near. My very first marathon is in a little over three weeks! My training seems to have been going on for most of the year, and my miles sure have added up. I started training back during the second week of June, and since I still had a good fitness level I was able to ramp up pretty quickly, and then ease back about every other weekend. I even threw in a two-week break from long training, without any sacrifice.
My long runs have been a challenge for me ever since that 21-miler a couple of months ago. They continue to be the bane of my existence, but I still keep trying to circumvent the problem, so I can actually kill as many runs above 20 miles, that I can. The White Rock Marathon is but 40 days away, and I am still not yet satisfied with how my feet are holding up on the latter miles.
Saturday I headed out at about 7:30 to see just how far I could get. My goal was a 20+, as for whatever mileage was after that, I would consider it as a cupcake bonus cherry on top.
Nothing prepares you for a bad run. They happen to the best of athletes. Your only choice is to weather it the best way you can, or throw in the towel and call it a day.
Yesterday morning I woke up a little early, in hopes of getting out on the road before sunrise. Since this run was going to be 18 miles, I wanted to try to get on the last part of it before the lovely Texas heat started baring down. Yeah that didn’t work out as planned. I still hit the road at 6:15 am; my normal time. My attitude was not of the best, and I think my nerves were causing me to drag my feet a bit. As my training runs get longer, I get a little more anxious, and even begin to doubt myself.
If yesterday proves ANYTHING, it’s that I should never underestimate my will.