These posts have been so random lately. Gone (for now) are the days of tips, tricks and maybe even recipes. Lately, for the most part I’ve just been sharing my marathon training thoughts here.
A separation between work and this blog has to happen from time to time, so for now I’m saving the professional advice stuff for Q&A Thursdays (or whatever day I happen to answer a question from a reader).
I had my first marathon dream recently. This one wasn’t a nightmare it was just a culmination of the the things going on in my life. In this dream I was running up 1st Avenue and my Girls on the Run team had made signs and were cheering me on.
It’s crazy how real 1st Avenue was. It was crazy that the girls in my dream were actual girls from our team last year.
It’s crazy at some point last night, for the first time since I started training I envisioned myself running all 26.2 miles of this race with a crazy smile on my face.
Training is hard.
I’m growing weary of the process.
I dislike long runs (but you already know that).
Yet, race day is going to be off the freakin charts! It’s that day and the tears that will inevitably flow as I run or slog (slow jog) up 1st Avenue that keep me working hard and giving this my best (though I hate crying so try to pretend like you don’t notice the tears)
At times I get caught up in thinking, “Will I meet my goal time?” And I feel inadequate and foolish. Though, ultimately, my goal time doesn’t matter. I want to get to that starting line without regrets and I want to run my best race. Goal time be darned. I’m not going to let three numbers get in the way of enjoying the rest of this journey.
And maybe when this marathon is over I’ll get back to posting about other things.
Your race dream seems super encouraging!! I love hearing about your training, it is really motivational, perhaps one day I will break the 10k mark and sign up for a half or a full.
I love hearing about your training 🙂 I’m a big believer in visualization, usually when I visualize something I want happening, it’s more likely to happen (getting a hit in softball, crossing the finish line of my first marathon, making a healthy recipe for dinner tonight, etc.)