This is going to be hard work. But I love a new challenge. I've trained for my last 9 marathons in the fall/winter/spring, but never in the summer. Part of me feels a little nutty for trying to do 20 milers in late July when the overnight lows might drop down into the 70s. Part of me feels a little refreshed that I am still capable of having good runs despite the oppressive weather.
Whether you are a longtime reader (who are you?) or a newb, it is important to know that I'm all about gathering inspiration however I can get it. If you're lucky, a little might ooze out of my bloops and make you want to run.
I was hesitant to post this video the last time because A) it's a commercial and B) I rarely every click away from a bloop myself to read something else or watch something else.
But I'll post it anyway, because I love the message:
It's often my mind that wants to quit first, but not my heart or my body. As usual... more on this in a bit....
I ran 5 glorious miles with my favorite Tomato on Friday morning. We met up in the parking lot only to discover we had both just purchased the exact same handheld (mine in pink, his in black).
But wait! Adam gets home and decides he wants to take the jet ski out on the lake and so I throw on my swimsuit. We are out there for less than an hour before an impending storm sent us back to the shore.
Saturday was a fairly physical day at work. We are undergoing a remodel and the floors are being ripped out this week. 20,000 square feet of merchandise and fixtures had to be squeezed into about 14,000 square feet. Small staff=everyone is helping schlep the stuff.
Sunday, I have a tempo on the schedule. I am admittedly full of nerves. I have been trying to take things a bit more seriously this week. Drinking a little less beer and eating more roughage. Besides the fact that summer dinner salads are super easy:
I stretched out on the balance ball Sunday night because my quads and hips felt really tight. I hate stretching. I rarely do it unless things are feeling wonky. But this actually felt pretty good. Luxy wondered why I was invading her territory:
Fortunately, I was excited when I woke up (WTH is the matter with me?) and raring to get it done.
Should I even go for another BQ in Jackson Hole?
Who am I thinking I can gender place in a frickin' marathon?
Is this a twinge or something more serious?
But I pushed away the negative self talk. Just go for one more. Then see what happens. Let that iced coffee do its thing. Let Marky Mark put a smile on your face. Just another mile.
I started to relax by mile 3 and then the pace started to pick up. I still had 10ish more miles left so I tried to keep that in mind as my turnover increased. The quad was still a little iffy, but wasn't changing my gait so I mushed on.
I made a pit stop at the turnaround, refilled my water, and sucked down an espresso Gu. Something worked because all of sudden a wave of endorphins rushed over me and I was running high! Chasing down my shadow with the sun to my back, I felt amazing.
But I know that my body is stronger than my mind. Just keep pushing the pace past the realm of comfort, knowing I have just enough gas left to complete the task.
As I came upon the last 2 miles, I was relieved that while the end of the training run was near, I knew I had a little more in me. So I decided to round my 12 miles-that-was-really-going-to-be-13.5-miles to 14 miles. Just do one more.
It was a hard effort for a training run, but I needed it.