I’m finding it much more difficult to write about Marathon Training 2.0. Seriously, I don’t think I have anything to offer besides reruns. Guess what? Megan is doing another Saturday long run. Oh, and you know what? It’s raining. Again. Yawn. Or, let’s discuss how much Megan dislikes having to “fuel” during a run. We’ve already talked about that, too? Drat. I’ve got one!…………nope, nope. That’s no good, either.
Fortunately, although I’ve found it tougher to blog about, this attempt has actually been much easier to accomplish. I think part of the reason is that I’m now a seasoned “marathon attempter.” Sure, I’ve yet to actually finish the distance, but there’s plenty of time to get nervous about that. I now know that I can finish 20 miles with no worse side effect than a craving for cheeseburgers. I’ve got all of my bathroom facilities staked out in preparation for that 7, 11, or 18 mile “rest stop.” I’ve mastered the fine art of water bottle carrying and I’ve found a “fuel” I can tolerate.
Now, for the “fess up” time…I haven’t been as diligent with weekly speed workouts and cross training sessions as I intended. However, to date I’ve only missed one long run–a 16-miler that fell on the day we were leaving for the cruise. The others, including a particularly miserable solo, rainy, puke-inducing 14-miler; a 17-mile shocker as my body tried to regain my “land legs” and deal with the abrupt switch from 90-degree heat to 30-degree nonheat; a 14-miler through snow drifts and in 8-degree temperatures; and this week’s 18-miler in 18 degrees, have been accomplished regardless of weather or inclination. Next week is my first long long run (20 miles) and in three weeks I’ll be running 22. This is a change-up from last year’s training, which I imagine will have greater psychological than physical benefits. The closer I can get to 26 in training, the more confident I’ll be. I hope.