Experienced runners know that the run up (cheap ass pun) to a race gets you higher than a kite.
Unfortunately, what goes up must come down and the inevitable marathon low has not evaded me. Best believe.
How does one get over running in the best race the universe has to offer?
Dive head first into training for the London Marathon (and NYC, Scottish Ultra and RTW halves of course)
Well that was the plan. No, this was:
And that lil sucker was supposed to start today. With the nice 10k and then hill training with linda’s InclineAccelerators (it’s as scary as it sounds!) But guess who went out last night? Guess who stumbled at the first hurdle? OHMYGODWILLIEVERGETBETTER?!
Fear not. Contingency plans have been drawn up. That plan is on my fridge/mirror/pphone and forehead. I am not willing to give up my life. The two have to coincide. So I have made the decision to shift all long runs to Sunday. I am allowed. I am the boss of this journey. But I am going to let you guys hold me accountable too. This is a group effort. I have a time in mind. And although everyone is saying “just finish” the fact that Oprah finished in 4:15, irks me just a little!
The year is soon out and I’ve been thinking about what I haven’t achieved (pessimist til the casket drops) and got in a proper tizz and beat myself up about it. But then these (found an awesome medal display over at www.medalhangers.com ) caught my eye:
And I humbled myself.
I did not acquire any of those through fate nor accident. I earned them. Like children, I cannot pick a favourite. They all have their own personalities and all those races taught me something. If I’ve done anything this year, it’s put the miles in and cross the finish line in style (usually in just my bra but hey, it could have been worse!)
Talking of style
I KNOW. I KNOW. YOU AINT GOTTA HOLLA, I KNOW!
Copped these at the Reggae Marathon expo. I am in love. We are going to have babies. Their hair will be just as colourful.