Nine Days to the Marathon.
I’d by lying if I said I weren’t a little nervous. The taper is a strange thing. I feel like I should be running more. I’ve had a couple of good four mile runs this week, including a fast one (for me) Monday. Tomorrow we run 11 miles, which feels, these days, like a nice short run. For a long run, I mean. We should finish that in well under two hours and be ready for brunch by 9:30. I have to be careful about not respecting the distance, any time you’re running double-digit miles, it’s a long run. But we’ve gotten to the point that less than a half-marathon feels eminently manageable.
Then, only 8 miles on the schedule next week. That kind of feels insane. But I will ride my bike some (I’ve ridden about 400 miles during the marathon training, and run a little more than 455.). And I will go to the gym a little. But mostly, next week is all about making sure I’m rested. I won’t lose any fitness in the week “off”. I don’t need to run 25 miles before Sunday to prep for the 26.2 mile run. I just need to trust the work I’ve put in and go take the big test.
I feel at the verge of a big accomplishment, and that’s great. But part of me wonders if there will be a bit of a let down. My body didn’t change the way I wanted it to. I never doubted I’d get to the point I could do it if I trained right and didn’t injure myself. But I don’t know what I’m going to feel when I’m done. I’ll just have to let it happen and see how it feels when it does.
I’m proud of the fact that when I set my mind to something I can generally accomplish it. I work pretty hard (but not as hard as I can) and more forward slowly until I get where I’ve decided I want to go. That means moving through pain and effort and doubt and fear, sometimes. So it does. I experience those feelings and accept them and move forward.
Life is pretty good right now. Sobriety, work, relationship, health, fitness, all are proceeding apace. I’m happy.