I love marathon training. You know, overall. But at some point, during every run (or at least every run over 6 miles) I hate it.
I think summer in the Mid-Atlantic is largely to blame. It’s really hot. It’s really humid. I rarely get to the ideal state of “running auto-pilot” because there is a persevering discomfort in sweating this g-damn much. I’m running slowly. (More slowly than I usually do.) I forget to bring things. My hair tie breaks.
But those things are temporary. My negative feelings dissipate when I click my Garmin off to end the run. By the time I’m back in my apartment (or better, grabbing a post-run iced coffee), I’m usually smiling and happy no matter how many curses I spat under my breath moments before. So more than anything l love marathon training.
Hi everyone, happy Wednesday. It’s been a crazy week in America. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in Virginia this weekend and I couldn’t come here and hop into my weekly recap without expressing how horrified I am. The Nazi rally in Charlottesville and our President’s empty, late response have left me nauseous and angry. It’s 2017 and I can’t believe I live in a country where the President’s first instinct is that Nazis and not-Nazis are to blame for a White Supremacists rally. I am screaming livid that there even was a White Supremacist rally and that Nazi flags are being waved at all. If you have a good way to get involved in fighting for kindness and equality, let me know, I want in.
In fitness news, I’m in week 6 of training for the NYC marathon. Following Hal Higdon’s plan, week 6 was a “drop back” week which means this weekend run was shorter than week 5’s weekend run. Here’s some background on why most marathon training plans have cutback or drop back weeks weeks written by folks who know more about running than I do.
I signed up for this small town race in March, a testament to my neurosis that I felt the need to commit to a race that most definitely wouldn’t sell out (fewer than 90 people ran it) five months in advance. The first 75 sign ups were promised a tech-t, and I love a good race shirt. I was #3 to sign up. Awkward?
This 8-mile race was run by the Berkshire Running Center, a sneaker store in Pittsfield, Massachusetts that I’ve never been to. It started and ended at Guido’s, at high-end supermarket that I love in Great Barrington, not too far from Matt’s parents’ house. View Post