With 3 days until the big race I find myself mulling over this past training cycle. It’s been almost 13 weeks since my last marathon. That’s not exactly a lot of time but I’m hoping it was enough.
Have I put in enough miles? Have I pushed myself? Have I done enough long runs? Have I put in the right mix of quality speed work? Have I had enough easy runs? Have I rested when I needed to rest? Have I taken care of my body? Have I done everything I can to prevent injuries? Have I been eating the right things and drinking enough water?
We’ll find out Sunday. At this point all I can do is think positive and know I am going to do my best. Hopefully my best will be better than it was in December and I’ve improved this cycle. Hopefully I will be able to fight through the last 10K better than I did in December. I have a finish time in my head that I know is realistic. I just need to be able to suck it up and keep running even when I get tired and every part of me is screaming to slow down or stop. I know it will hurt. I know my knees will be throbbing as I climb the final hill in mile 25. There is nothing I can do about that but I have to keep going and finish strong.
This week is moving in slow motion. I’m ready to do this already. I know I get like this before every marathon. The anticipation kills me! With less time spent running, more time is spent worrying. I know I’ve used this picture before but it is so true.
And as much as I have obsessed about this race (and countless others) over the past months, years- do the people in my life know how much more they mean to me than this sport I love? Have I done enough to show them?
|photo courtesy of Abi|
I am so blessed and thankful that I get to do something I love just about everyday. I get to push myself to be better, stronger and faster. I thought these days were long gone. I just hope I can keep my priorities in check and remember what really matters. I know I wouldn’t be where I am without my faith and without my family.