Recently, I read something about the importance of blogs being posted daily, and for the life of me, I can't make that happen here. And I'm not exactly sure why since god knows I'm constantly in my head, hashing things out ad nauseum. But is that really noteworthy? I suppose I risk losing readership with such infrequency but I'm just not really that extroverted.
Speaking of my busy mind, my husband is a bit concerned about my 'thinking' during some of my recent marathon training runs. The thoughts I've shared with him go something like this: "My finishing time in Boston really doesn't matter. I mean it, really. What is important, is that I enjoy the ride and have fun. It's Boston after all."
Isn't it classic runner's self-talk? And just as classic is the futility of trying to debate the issue with me. I have every counter-argument there is in defense of my "stinking thinking:"
- It's the Boston Marathon for crying out loud. It's more like a party than a race, anyway.
- I'm in the second half of life, meaning, I'm old.
- I'll do fine no matter what the clock says.
- I just want to enjoy myself and not get hurt.
- I have nothing to prove to anybody.
- I don't HAVE TO do anything. I do it because I want to.
- I want to take in the crowds and the fanfare.
- I race 5Ks; marathons are for slogging.
- blah, blah, blah
What happens during these training runs is realizing the simple hard work of it, and, my own incomprehension and inexperience of running 26.2 miles at a seven minute pace. I actually have some latitude with that time, I could PR in a 7:30 pace; I'm just capitalizing on my current fitness level to project sevens. Make sense?
Ten weeks to go and the mileage is ramping up. The key for me is to think of the pace runs as a piece of cake, especially since the longest one is 10 miles, and to enjoy the longer runs as one hell of a slogfest. Then of course, trust the training on the big day.
It's all good.