It’s 11:30 on Thursday morning. Fast forward 2 days and 23 hours, if all goes right I should be finishing up mile 7, just leaving Brooklyn.
“Are you nervous?” My students ask me.
“Well, kind of, but not really. I have accepted it.” I tell my kids. What they don’t know is behind this calm, cool and collected mask I portray, I am shaking in my boots.
To be honest, I am really proud of this training cycle – at least compared to the Philadelphia Marathon last year. Last year my longest run was 16 miles, and by no means did I put effort into it, but still PRed
This year I tried the Run Less, Run Faster approach. I know I have gotten faster, and I really have not run that much less. I have done up to, but not over 20 miles. With the exception of being the 50K on Labor Day.
No training thus far has even come close to the consistency of the Chicago Marathon. I was a well oiled metronome for that race, and in the end I did over train. All things considered, this was my best training cycle in a while.
My ankle. Yes, that will be a factor. During the previous mentioned 50k on Labor Day I DESTROYED my ankle. After mile 15 I was struggling, but I pushed out those last 15 miles on the soft trails. All training post 50K has taken a toll on my body due to this nagging injury, and to make matters worse I wont have a soft trail to run on, it will be the hard concrete.
I ran Runner’s World Festival participating in the 5k, 10k, and half all with minimum pain during, but a boat load after. I struggled walking the next few days post race weekend.
I have taken off, basically 2 weeks from hard long runs, and I am curious to see how that affects both my time and my body.
#1 worry right now: the weather. There is a chance of rain in the morning, with a high of 64 degrees and I am nervous that this will lead to a super humid day. If its not humid I am worried that I will get hypothermia from the cold.
Also I have no idea what I am wearing.
I would really like to do well at this race for multiple reasons, most of them selfish. But even when I get to my tallest of walls I would like to drag motivation from the hockey girls that I coached this season.
These girls poured everything in to each game. At every practice you could see the love they had and the dedication of there play in every move they made. During the race I am wearing a bracelet which has a washer on it, that one of the varsity girls engraved “Heart” on. This will serve as a small reminder to “leave it all on the field”.
When the going gets tough and the tough gets going I am going to dig deep and remember why I run… because it is fun. I will recall the 3:30 am wake up to get 20 miles in before work on a Sunday. I will recall the hilliest route in Princeton which my coworkers lovingly put together for my long run. I won’t forget everyone who gave me advise on how to run it. And I will take the energy and fun from my at pace run with my freshman hockey girls who I know believe in me no matter what.
Am I nervous? Of course, but most of all I am excited to concur a new chapter in the book of races I have run.