I am not quite done with my “journey to Boston” posts and I promise I will have the last one polished up and posted on Monday. Read Part One HERE, and Part Two HERE. I really appreciate everyone’s words of support as I travel back in time and recall that bumpy road that got me to where I am today. If you have ever dreamt of heading to the start line in Hopkinton or any race, I would simply say: Do it. Go for your dreams. Don’t be afraid of failure. You never know until you try. Don’t give up!
And now a word from our sponsors: fatigue, muscle aches, and tiredness. I’ve got a pretty sore shin that I’m really pampering right now too. I’ve put myself in a virtual bubble – hand sanitizer, washing with soap, holding my breath when someone near me coughs or sneezes, drinking my juice, not visiting my kids’
petri dish school this week. I’m being very careful.
I’m in taper time now. Officially as of today. It makes the shin issue less of an issue, thankfully, let’s just hope it can repair itself during this break from intensity. I don’t get taper madness. I don’t really understand it either. I mean, I GET it, but I don’t get it. I know what’s coming. I know this rest is all for the benefit. I’m looking forward to walking normally on Sunday afternoons too. After months of training, I’m enjoying the little bit of time and rest. And again, I know what’s coming!
I had a good 20 mile run on Sunday, or what I thought was 20 miles. If the pace on your Garmin is measuring slow, does that mean the distance is off too? I can’t quite figure that one out, but we were definitely going faster than what Garmie was telling us, so I assume we went farther than 20 miles. Bonus I guess? Not really because I. Am. Tired. Tired. As. F**K.
It’s all worth it. I love it. I would still marry running. I’m glad I already have something to train for after this race is done as I know I’d probably go slap happy into a deep depression if I didn’t. Call it the post-marathon blues, the what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do-so-rested feeling. This has been an amazing training cycle and as much as I’m ready to rest when it’s over, I will miss the challenge, the fun, the people I’ve met along the way, the part of the journey of what I’ve been dreaming about for years. All I know for sure is that I’m going to absorb every moment of this experience. The years it’s taken to get to this point, the training the past few months, the planning, everything. I’m trying to remember how it feels, how all the blood, sweat, and tears has been worth THIS feeling, THESE moments. I mean, I am getting emails from the BAA. I still get giddy, I mean, they’re emailing ME.
So instead of staring at the wall going “buh buh buh”, I had better get my crap together and get some things done. The kids are out for spring break starting at 3:00 today, so this is IT for free time!!
A special good luck to One Year(ish) to Boston and Running Wild in your marathons and everyone else who is racing this weekend! YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK!!!!!
4 seconds means the world, huh? Nothing like squeezing in. Y are going to rock Boston!