Not to count any chickens before they hatch, but I registered for the Twin Cities Marathon last week.
I think we all know that I’ve gotten into the habit of leaving my heart on Cathedral Hill in the fall. This year will be no different. It is one of my Happiest Places.
The snail charm and I have finally been reunited.
I bet you didn’t even know that was a thing. It was.
I needed to have it put on a new chain post-Christmas because it was on a bracelet that was impractical for a host of reasons. Chief amongst them being that it made the snail shell look more like a bead than anything else.
And this is where the boring runner stuff starts, so feel free to hop off if pondering the minutae of my Paris Marathon training isn’t really your jam.
If it is, today is Day 41.
What does that mean, really?
I had the first run in a long time last week where I felt truly dialed-in. I don’t feel that I’ve been wasting miles for the past 12-ish weeks per se, but I know that I have had zero competitive spirit training for the Paris Marathon.
Which centers largely around the fact that I don’t want to get re-injured and the fact that this marathon is truly 100% about seeing the City of Light and finishing.
Coming off of last year, I don’t think that this is the most terrible idea.
It probably also has something to do with the fact that it isn’t my first marathon (TCM), it isn’t the race in which I was trying for speed (Grandma’s) and it isn’t my redemption marathon (TCM: II).
I am more comfortable training for a marathon than I am not training for a marathon.
To that end, I ran 16 miles on Saturday. The marathon is officially (clap-clap) cooked.
It was another superb long run.
I’m think that has to do with a few things:
- Low Expectations. Anything better than disastrous is a success in my book lately.
- Even when I’m not completely “dialed in,” I can “do” long runs on autopilot, provided I’ve gotten enough sleep and I’ve eaten the right things. Especially if I don’t have any intention of doing anything even remotely fancy.
- I don’t have to go through the hell of reconditioning my feet to running that I had to pass through when I was at the tail end of my last ’bout of tendonitis. It’s a lot easier to run long when your feet do not feel like a first cousin of ground meat.
- House of Cards is profanely easy to run to. As I typed that, I just realized that our US version has a British cousin that will be joining our Netflix instant queue ASAP. This marathon brought to you by suspense and intrigue.
With that, there will be more to share next week.