Oh hey, I’m running my third marathon in 48 hours.
(Note the distinct lack of taper crazy posts over here.)
I can’t explain it. I’m not worried at all. I have no idea what I’m capable of–my training was certainly interrupted by my, erm, life changes (and the Houston inferno) but I can’t help but feel optimistic.
Here’s what I’ll be telling myself when the crazy finally hits me (if it does):
I’ve cross-trained my little heart out this training cycle. All that swimming and biking has to be worth something, right?
I ran the miles. I didn’t do most of them as fast as I used to be able to (like I said, INFERNO) but I still got the miles in. Suffering in this heat will make the high 50s I hear we can expect at the starting line on Sunday feel like magic.
Unlike heading into Fargo, I now know exactly what it feels like to run for 26.2 miles and not stop. Now I just hope to do it faster : )
And lastly, the heat in Houston finally broke and I ran mile repeats in the 7:20s last week. Not really an improvement from the spring (it’s pretty much exactly the same), but I had the legs to run a solid marathon then, so I’ve got ’em now, right?
My plan for the race is to run with Angie (fellow PRS teammate and speedster extraordinaire). Before my little hiatus Angie and I were almost neck-in-neck in our race times (I say almost because she’s faster than me, for the record) but she and I have the same struggles in races–the mental. So Coach suggested we run it together.
We’re going to qualify for Boston.
(See how I said that all positive-like?)
I’d be lying if I said I felt like I had the most solid training cycle and knew it was a slam-dunk–I don’t know that. What I know is I can run a marathon. I can fight hard. I have someone to help me. And I don’t have anything to lose by trying. Truth be told, I’d rather bonk with, say, a 3:43 than finish with the same time and have a lot left in the tank, you know?
No matter what happens on Sunday, though, I’m just excited for once. Not scared. Not feeling like I might throw up from nervousness. Not obsessing over every last drop of water I’ve consumed. I get to run one of the biggest marathons in the world. How cool is that?
See you at the finish line.