Saturday came and went without me running my long run.
Sunday came and went without me running my long run.
This is not good, kids.
I sulked. "This sucks. I can't do this. If I can't even get up to run 15 miles, there's no way I can run the full 26.2. Maybe I'm just cut out for the half, 10Ks and 5Ks." and "26.2 miles is too tough. Maybe I'm scared to run the full marathon."
I schemed. "OK, when I get back from church, I can get into my running clothes, crank out 10 miles, get back, jump in the car, and go to my meeting. If that doesn't work, I can do it while the kids sleep, after I mow the lawn and before we have to go to my in-laws for dinner."
I negotiated. "Maybe this year, I'll just run the half in Des Moines, get a feel for the course, and then sign up for the full next year." or "I'll train for the Lincoln Marathon for next May."
I justified. "I never really was motivated to do this. There was probably a reason I hadn't signed up."
And then, a moment of clarity. I asked myself, "Why am I even doing this? Why a full marathon?" My answer: "Because when you ran the Lincoln Half, you wanted to be a marathon runner. You want to see just how far you can push yourself. Because you've never done anything like this before and you've never backed down on a challenge. Because you think you can do it."
For 2 weeks, I've missed my long run and it could be the best thing that happened to me.
p.s. - you may have noticed a new profile picture. This should indicate 2 things:
1) We got Photoshop on our laptops.
2) I'm in full-on college football mode! Be prepared for a Husker preview and some bold predictions!
Please try to control your enthusiasm.