I’ve usually been able to talk pretty positively about my marathon training.
Even when I had some runner’s knee issues last year, I was able to stay positive. I knew that physical therapy would help and that I was nailing my training.
This year, I wouldn’t quite say I’m nailing my training. I’m doing the best I can with the time I have, and that’s all I can do.
Yesterday, the plan called for 10 miles with 8 at marathon pace, and today it called for four.
I was beyond exhausted when I woke up yesterday and made the executive decision to trash the four “junk” miles and just go for the 10 today.
I am physically exhausted from 11 weeks and hundreds of miles of marathon training.
I’m mentally exhausted from long hours at work and dealing with anxiety.
So today’s run sucked. I just couldn’t get into it, no matter sort of mantras I tried to remind myself or how much I slowed down. My legs were absolute lead. I stopped looking at my watch a few minutes into the run, since I was running the best I can, but it was still nowhere near marathon pace. Three miles in, I couldn’t imagine running one more foot, and I stopped and just sat in the grass for a few minutes, refusing to go on. Once I finally got up, I started negotiating with myself.
“Okay, if you do one more mile and turn around, you will get in 8. You can do that.”
I ran that one more mile and the idea of doubling back on the same route for another 4 miles sounded like hell, so I just kept running south to the tip. I took a margarita shot blok and turned on Call Me Maybe when I started up again, and that pushed me through for awhile, but once I hit Battery Park, I was just done mentally and physically. I had nothing left.
“Okay, just run to the World Financial Center. It’s your favorite part of the path.” (This photo obviously not from today.) I stopped there and cut my run short at 6. I have 20 to run tomorrow.
A friend reminded me earlier in the week: “You want this goal, and you knew it wasn’t going to be easy.”
It is not easy.
Right now, I don’t know about great…but worth it. I’m trying not to wish this part of training away, because I know taper is right around the corner, but I wouldn’t mind if training became a bit more enjoyable again.
I just finished housing some Trader Joe’s gnocchi and meatballs, and I’m about to go to sleep so I can rest up for my 20. I’m doing the Newport Liberty Half for the second time tomorrow–but with 4 before and 3 after–so I need my rest.
Edited to add! I can’t believe I forgot this the first time around–my good friend Julie is also running the race tomorrow, and it’s her first half! I’m so excited of her and proud of her.
How do you push on through the tough parts of training? What part of training is the toughest for you?