When you’re fit, fast, and ready to rock, tapering can be a real nightmare. Lucky for me I don’t have that problem because I’ve been in “rest and recovery” mode since day one of Operation Flying Pig 2017.
No real training = No real taper. Problem solved! (don’t ask me how I feel about that statement at mile 23.)
I’m 48 hours away from race time, so in about…um… 52ish hours or so I’ll be saying “I’m never doing this again” annnnd two days later I’ll probably be making plans for my next marathon.
But seriously, a marathon is a terrible idea.
When I decided to run this thing I was averaging 20 miles a month. Yes, a MONTH. Yes I KNOW how far a marathon is, but I’m easily inspired by people like the Halls and I love committing to big things and great causes, so here we are.
I did manage to get myself up to 40 miles one week, and over the past three months I only needed to take two weeks off because the running made my bum hip angry. That’s a pretty big deal for me and my old bones!
I’ve since found a solid Active Release Technique (ART) doc who worked the gravel out of my soft tissue and informed me that the bad habits I developed while running/limping on my bum hip means that I need to essentially relearn how to run.
Not exactly what a girl wants to hear weeks before her first 26.2, but I’ll work with what I’ve got, and I’ve got a lot.
A lot of training? No. Experience? Also no, but I do have complete faith in my cause and a ton of support from awesome people, and that’s far more important than fartleks.
I’m so close to my fundraising goal for The Steps Foundation – Shamida Orphanage project, and that’s super exciting for me! I’ve also received countless positive vibes, and that’s really really cool! No matter what my bum hip or my running log say, I’m ready for this!
For maybe the first time in my life I’m going into a race without anything to prove. Neither myself nor anybody else has any expectation for me to run particularly well or particularly poorly. My only goal is to finish the race knowing that I made my steps matter even if those steps are really freaking slow.
I want to raise funds and raise awareness for an organization that’s really remarkable while doing something new and fun. (Assuming running 42 kilometers is actually “fun”)
Running and I have a lot of history. Some good, and some not so good. The marathon and I are new to each other, and no matter what happens on Sunday, it’ll be a first date I never forget!