That's right - 14m total.
I haven't even worn my Chicago t-shirt yet.
That race defeated me. I knew I wasn't fully trained, and I know the conditions were bad, but I expected more of myself and I didn't feel good about how it all went down. Instead of channeling this into renewed dedication about New York, I instead sat on my couch drinking beer and watching the Yankees.
And we know where that got me.
|I HATE YOU, RANGERS|
On the other hand, my 26m training run was basically a dead loss and I'm discouraged and disillusioned and not where I wanted to be by any stretch.
I guess all of this behavior makes me ready for the upcoming Unhealthy Living Summit. But that's (obviously) a small recompense. Remember back at the beginning of my training cycle when (naively) thought I could maybe possibly be in PR shape come marathon day?
I picked myself up this weekend and actually did get outside for a run, so now I guess that I'm officially tapering. I'm not sure what's happening with me, though. The weather? Perfect for running. In theory, I should be having the best runs of my life. Every morning I wake up and get excited. In my head, I can see the calm river, I can feel myself having an amazing run. Most mornings I even put on my running clothes. But then I just don't get out the door. I don't know how to explain it.
Sure, I've had a lot going on in my personal and work lives, things that have bled over into my running time. But this has nothing to do with time for running and is mostly psychological. Where is my motivation? Why do I do this? I'm not improving and I don't feel the same sense of excited anticipation the rest of my friends seem to be experiencing. I'm too young - and too desperately in need of improvement! - to burn out this easily!
It'll get better. It does; having been running for a decade has shown me that motivation comes and goes. But I'm ready for the upswing.