Action item of the week: If you want to track me for the 10 Mile, click here. As I am registered for both races, it’s a total crapshoot as to whether or not anything is going to come through on race day, but that will not stop us from trying.
Last week was all hills, some speed training and 48 miles on the bike. So that should pretty much tell you how well I was doing.
I’ll also take this time to hop on my soapbox and say that if you feel the dark compulsion to go back to back to back with speed training and hill workouts, you should probably take a moment to breathe and let the dust settle.
But another one is on the books. This week is Taper. Or Something. And mostly I am just tired. 2013 has been exhausting In All Ways.
As I was driving home from work today, I realized that I don’t measure my running year from January 1 – December 31. I measure my year from First Sunday in October to First Sunday in October.
Since this Sunday marks the end of another running year, I feel like I should have so much to share. It’s the end of Not Marathon Training.
Things we might ponder: How well, exactly, did the training plan work? How do I feel about racing shorter distances? Am I really healing? Was this year successful?
More seriously, what on earth is the definition of Success for a recreational runner?
I will withhold comment until after the race, because I think it will be impossible to know until it’s well done and over. I do hope to PR and have some different time goals in mind, but I am really truly not kidding when I say that I want a joyful run.
I’m ready for it to be October 7. I don’t want to rush it, because I know that being six wake-ups (or six sleeps as Linds would say) away is much closer than the 365 wake-ups we’ll be facing down post-race.
I want the runner buns and the heat sheets. The River Road. The high fives all the way down Summit Avenue. The trees covering themselves in glory. My family at Mile 9.5.
I want that hour and a half or so where my only job is to smell the crisp fall breeze and run into the rising sun.
So until Sunday, this.