The Last Long Run.
Well, this weekend, BB and I ran a 10 miler at about a 9:55 pace. A good, mezzo-tempo long run in the final weekend before the Philadelphia Marathon. I’d be lying if I said I felt up to it. I know my body is fit. But emotionally, I’m in a deep doldrums. I spent the weekend in DC with BB and that was good. But I need to find a way to shake off my depression. I’m definitely in a low place.
So I called my old shrink and asked her to call me back. I need to connect and talk through some of this. Hopefully that will be meaningful. I know that finishing the marathon will be meaningful too. Right now that seems an even more daunting task than it ordinarily does. I need to get my head in the right space.
Sunday we did a minimal workout. Well, I did. BB worked pretty hard. I’m looking forward to finishing the running season, and then resting for a while. But I need to get my diet and head together. I’ve not eaten a great deal, and had some stress-related GI issues. Finding a way to get myself back into marathon metabolic condition will be critical. I have six days.
So what’s next? I’m not entirely sure. But I’m going to be moving forward one way or another. Because that’s the only way to go. Time marches on.