Not that I had an incredibly long work week. In fact, I was so convinced that yesterday was Monday that I started gathering the trash (our trash day is Tuesday). But weekends are always appreciated.
Also, still haven’t completely caught up on blog stalking, but I did want to wish good luck and fast thoughts to Whitney who is running a 15K this weekend! Good luck to you and everyone else racing this weekend!
Sorry if I missed you! I hope to be in full stalker swing by next week!
For me, today is a bigger deal because…
It is exactly 1 month until the Chicago Marathon.
(Why yes, I am having a mild panic attack. Or a big one).
In just a little over a week, I will be starting my taper. I wish I could say that I’ve matured since college and that I don’t procrastinate/cram. But I’m not. Marathon training started off not so easy and all I wanted was to be fast and I wasn’t fast. Then everything improved. 3 weeks ago I felt like I had a pretty decent shot at hitting a 3:30.
Then the work craziness started and my training took a major backseat to life. Like, way major. It was sitting in the back row of stretch limo bus (a school bus that stretches, because those exist outside my head, right? ). Last week, things went pretty well (aside from the super humidity of southeast Texas), but I’m starting to have that old familiar feeling that I used to get at the end of a semester.
I’m not prepared. It is midnight before my final exam, and while I kinda paid attention in class all semester, I didn’t start actually studying until…now. And even though my instinct is to go crazy and drink 10 cups of coffee and stay up all night memorizing, I also know that it is a little too close to the “too damn late” point. (For the record, I always went for the 10 cups of coffee and staying up all night option, and I graduated cum laude, so I’m not really a good example).
I’m not going to get all retrospective and start throwing in the towel quite yet. It ain’t over until it’s over. Or until the fat lady sings. Or both. Plus, I think this race will be a mental battle for me. I have a month to brainwash myself into thinking that complete and utter misery is cool and means to run faster. I’ve done it before, but on much smaller scales.
But I am one month out. And I’m equal parts terrified and excited.
And that’s all I really want to say about that.
In other related news:
I think I might get a foot tattoo after the marathon (sorry for the heart attack this just caused you, mom and dad). At least I didn’t get that tramp stamp palm tree (don’t ask) at Zebra’s in Berkeley as a college freshman. Right?
I know that some of you out there are the run 10 marathons every year types, and that’s cool. Maybe one of these days I’ll be that too (AAAHAHAHAHAH!). But I need to remember that this is a big deal. Committing to and running 26.2 is beyond my wildest imagination, and I’ve been trying to think of a way to capture the accomplishment that extends beyond the 26.2 car magnet that I will buy. After all, my 13.1 DID come off at a car wash.
So what better way than to permanently defile the feet that took me there, using painful methods that will likely leave me unable to walk for a few days?
(It is completely ok if you take this opportunity to try and talk me out of it. I don’t like needles).
I’ve been trying to think of some options. Inspirational Word? (GO!), phrase (I just kept run-ning), picture (running shoes), or symbol (does anyone know what “run” is in Chinese characters? How about a Celtic motif?). I’d like something that won’t be completely weird when I’m 80 and hanging out in the old folks home. Old ladies can be quite judgmental of appearance
I love this saying! So appropriate for a marathon (unless you cheat). I actually thought that this was a literally quote, but apparently it is just an Alanis Morissette lyric?
Birds fly. Flying seems like a good metaphor for what I want my feet to do. Plus, I think birds are pretty. Unless I’m watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie. And there was that one pigeon that tried to sabotage me when I was learning to ride a bike.
Translates to “she flies with her own wings” which is lovely. Running is such an individual effort sport. I will cross the finish line knowing that it was all me (and some support and advice from Aaron and you all) that got me there.
Translates to “one foot in front of the other.” Another great running mantra!
Or I could go the sassy route. I mean, I think this anytime I get passed on the trail anyway. Like, you wouldn’t be running so fast if YOU were on mile 19 of 20!
So I gotta ask…Do YOU have a tattoo?
HAPPY WEEKEND! This is a back down off it weekend of 12/6.