The past 2 weeks have been a little bit of a roller coaster ride when it comes to my marathon training. To sum it up:
1. I ran 10km in the freezing rain with Cooper and my friend Duff. We had an excellent conversation, but the elements were definitely stacked against us. I didn't have proper rain gear on and I was soaked through to my underwear when I got home. Untying my shoes and taking off Cooper's leash were nearly impossible because I couldn't feel my hands for 2 hours. I felt hardcore while doing it, but I seriously hate being wet and cold. Chalk one up in the character building column, but I will be hitting the treadmill next time the weather gods decide to piss freezing rain down on me when I have a 10km scheduled.
2. I ran the longest distance of my life - 32km's - and felt strong at the end. My knees were a bit achy, but I kept reminding myself that it's the last 10km's that are the hardest both physically and mentally. I was with Martin and our friend Don and they kept telling me the horror stories of what it's like in the medical tent at the end of a marathon. I think I might just crumble to the ground once I cross the finish line and get on the IV bag immediately…
3. I spent the past week in Napa/Sonoma hosting a group of guests with Alex Bilodeau. It was an awesome experience, but my running regime took a back seat to bike rides, wine tasting (guzzling?) and a Colin James concert. I did manage to squeak in a 6K, a 10K and a 23K, but the rest of the time was spent battling my saboteur who was trying to guilt me about not making running my first priority.
I came to a really awesome realization while I was away though. I am not training for the Olympics anymore. I am training for a marathon. I am not trying to win. I am trying to finish. It's OK to be a little flexible in your training program - especially when a once in a lifetime opportunity is staring at you in the face and begging you to live it.
So I skipped a few runs…life goes on! Just as long as I don't make it a habit ;)
So now here I am; just over a month to go before I take on the marathon. And I'm scared. I don't feel all that excited about it. Instead, I am dreading the next couple of long runs. It took everything in my power to push through 10km's yesterday. My legs were heavy and I kept getting quick flashes of dizziness. When I was a gymnast, things always started to get easier near the end. With this running thing, I am feeling quite the opposite.
I am starting to loathe the amount of time that this commitment eats up. I am starting to get bored with one single movement over and over and over. I am starting to be annoyed that my hamstrings are getting tighter by the day, even when I spend a significant amount of time stretching.
Is this the way most people feel as they come closer to their marathon? Please tell me I am normal because I am starting to freak myself out a little bit. I am at the point where I just want May 27th to be here so I can get this over with and start taking on a new, less time consuming and more stimulating challenge.
Deep down, I know that I am training for a marathon for a reason. And a few weeks ago I felt really connected to it. Now I'm feeling a bit annoyed and lost...
Could it be that "staying committed to the goal even though a part of me is totally over it" is the biggest lesson I'm supposed to learn in this process?
Is this some evil test bestowed on me by the universe to see how much capacity I have for pushing through??
Oh geez. Fine then. I'll keep going. But let the countdown begin!
30 days until 42.2,