I'm reading the latest issue of Runner's World and there's an article about insanely busy people that manage to train for marathons. "Wow! They're just like me! Except for the fact that they're women. And they train 8 days a week. And they don't have jobs."* Wrong. They're not just like me. Nobody is like me. I'm special. At least, my mom always told me that.
Do you ever get the feeling that RW assumes that you're willing to eat flax seeds and yogurt for 4 months to finish your first marathon? I don't think I'll be getting that serious. I do have issues, though. Here are some that I have with this whole marathon thing:
- Diet. It's not like I have a punch card to Wendy's, but I do like the occasional burger/fries/frosty combo** and maybe a pint of Ben and Jerry's hither and yond. I'm not even considering cutting out coffee, so that's not even up for discussion.
- Burnout. My concern is that I get bored with the routine. I'd like to throw in speedwork/tempo runs/intervals to replace a short run, but everything I read assumes that I should already know what they are. I know what 4x800 means, but that's 2 miles in my book. Do I rest in between? How long? Am I running all out? Remember, I'm special.
- Skipping a few runs. I'm being honest, I may have to skip a few runs. Not the long ones, but I see some potential skippage on the schedule.
- Why am I doing this? Just to say I've done it? It hurts. You ache days after the race. There's the potential for injury. I'm trying to find the upside. I know it's there. I just have to find it. I love running, but do I love running?
That's all. 3 straight days of posting. Nice, huh? It's like a marathon. See the parallels? I'm pacing myself. I'm special.
*OK, I think they were stay-at-home moms. Really, though, how tough is it to lock your kids up in the dog's crate and go out for a run? The kids are safe. The dog is happy. I do it all the time.
**Try dipping your fries in your Frosty. Holy Lord, there's nothing better!