So I’m at week 14 (?!) of my marathon training. Um, really?
This past Sunday saw what should have been my second 32k run but was actually my first (thanks to leg pain the first go round). It should have actually been a run beyond 32k as that’s what I had wanted to do (well, not really but I thought it would be a good thing to do to test my ability to run the full 42k) and everyone else was attempting, but my body decided that it wouldn’t cooperate.
It was just a series of unfortunate things that led to a super slow 32k vs. 35 or 37k, but whatever way you cut it, I should be proud of getting that far, even if I didn’t get as far as the rest of my clinic.
But before we got there at the 20ish kilometre mark, we had to run UP to it, up a lovely slow incline from the lake front.
So take lazy me add a severe hatred of hills, minus her regular pace group (yeah, I had no one to run with), add in a LOVERLY head cold, plus little sleep and the addition of homemade gels (I’ll share that another day) and a faster pace group (ugh) and what do you get?
A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad run.
But was it really?
Sure I took a lot of walk breaks on the back half to blow my nose, get more water, regroup and refocus but I didn’t full out stop.
It was a run completed. Another step toward the goal. A sign that I CAN DO THIS.
I’m full of excuses when I have a bad run, but I’m leaving them behind.
Training has had a LOT of up hill battles, and not just because our coaches like to plan routes FULL of motherlovin hills. It has not been easy and I am not built for this kind of stuff. But we’ve all reached the apex, even lil ol me, and it’s just a matter of raising my hands in the air and coasting to the finish line.
Not to say that it’s going to be an easy in the least, but it’s one that I know I can do now.