I'm getting excited.
The sleep-deprivation induced apathy that has settled on me this week is finally ebbing away. The kids have not been even close to sleeping through the night, and I've been in a fog for days. But after a couple of solid nights of sleep, I feel more wired, more anxious, more ready to run. I find myself thinking a few times a day, "I wish it was HERE already!"
Deep in taper madness (with still two days to go!), I find myself increasingly focused on logistics. The pace calculator at Cool Running has become my new best buddy, and I've been poring over DailyMile logs like they're going to unlock the secrets of the universe.
So, here's the plan:
***First and foremost, I want to have fun. I want to appreciate the beautiful course, the spectators, the glorious weather(!), and my fellow runners.***
Hippie blissful runner-speak aside, I have to face my demons and realize I'm not, nor will ever be, a runner that's content to just run a race to run it. I do have a time goal, and yes, I know how inadvisable that is for a first marathon.
Instead of the regular A, B, and C goals, I'll just put out there my real, honest goal.
Here's how I'm going to get there:
- Run the first 10 miles no faster than 9:45s, but probably closer to low tens.
- At the half, if I feel like it, I'll pick up the pace to closer to 9:30s (my long run pace)
- At mile 20, pick it up gradually every mile and progression run the shit out of that marathon.
- Drink early and often.
- Eat pretzels, ShotBloks, and Starburst and hope I don't crap myself.
So that's that. Either all of that will happen, or I'll just blow up and have to crawl the last 10 miles. Either way, should make for a good blog post on Monday, right?
Really though, this is one of those rare races where the thing I care most about is feeling good at the end. Mainly because, well, it's a FREAKING MARATHON, and because of the number of failed attempts at this beast I've had over the past few years.
I had planned to run this same marathon in 2009:
|Got knocked up.|
|Giant funbags + infant twins = not fun training|
|Femoral stress fracture|
And now here I am about to actually run it. I feel incredibly lucky.
AND SO NERVOUS!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!
Tell me it'll all be ok, ok? Any last minute advice for me?