It’s been a long, challenging summer of first time marathon training. Summer is practically over, and so is my training. I can’t deny that I’ve been looking forward to being done with training. There’s a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders, I feel good. I’m completely ecstatic for the marathon.
This coming weekend is what I consider my last long run, 20 miles. After that is a 12 mile, and an 8 mile (seriously, is 8 enough the week before the marathon!!??). The final 20 mile run has me reflecting on some of the outrageous things I did this summer as I became a runner.
· Woke up at 4:00 AM for some long runs to try to beat the heat/humidity.
· Wore a hat with an iced sock under it to keep cool on a hot day.
· Went for a 16 mile run that began with a heavy downpour of rain, thunder and lighting. (Huge thanks to my husband for riding his bike alongside me for the first 3 miles).
· Did a track workout in a flash flood warning.
· Ran up and down a big hill for 30 minutes once a week.
· Ran 18 miles one week before a half marathon and STILL PR’ed by 13 minutes.
· Didn’t turn around and go home when my headphones died on mile one of a 15 mile run. (I lucked out; by mile 5 one ear piece came back to life).
· Rode my bike to the start of my 2nd half marathon. The ride home wasn’t so pleasant.
· Ate BBQ Chicken pizza every Friday night before a long run, from the same place– yes they know me by name.
· Continued on with a 12 mile run though I knew blue Gatorade had leaked down my back from a crappy hydration belt. (Hydration belt was replaced).
· Might be TMI spoiler: Went for a 10 mile run though I had diarrhea for several days prior. Made it 9.5 miles before I had to clench tight and walk home.
· Spent the week making and setting aside ice for my weekend ice bath.
· Had weekend ice baths. Nuff said.
· Gave up tennis because that I read that it’s not a good cross training activity and can make you more prone to injury.
· Allowed carbs back into my life.
Thinking about some of the adventures I’ve been on during training I know I’ve earned a thicker skin. I feel tough! Like a bad-ass rebel ready to run it out for 26.2 miles!
(Sick & Injured update: I’m better, sorta. Apparently in my old age of 28 I’ve developed allergies. Yay!!)