My "marathon panic" takes the form of picking one tiny detail to obsess over until I JUST CAN'T WITH IT anymore. Last time I zeroed in on worrying about my throwaway clothes (of all things). I was worried I'd be cold, but I see now that I should have just indulged myself by getting the hugest, warmest thing I could think of (an old sleeping bag, maybe) and been done with it.
This time I spent like 6 weeks worrying about my shoes. I rambled about this in my last post and I've been similarly ramble-y and nervous IRL.
I interrupted perfectly normal conversations to force my nervousness on other people.
And sought the wisdom of other runner friends.
Finally I caved and bought them. such relief! I've stopped bothering everyone about it.
About the past two weeks: These were the last two weeks before taper and my plans to get in high mileage just fizzled out. I flew to DC for work this past Tuesday morning and had to fly home the same night. I ate two meals at the airport and spent the time in between trudging around in the sleet. James's parents visited, and there was a crisis in my family that used a lot of my emotional bandwidth. Overall these past two weeks were emotional and exhausting. A few times I didn't run because I needed to do work; other times I was just drained and skipped it.
It's been too wet to get in much riding. The weather means that the footing is bad, and also that Hudson has had a hard time keeping shoes on. Last Thursday it was dry and beautiful; I saw over a dozen deer emerging from the woods to graze near the horses. He had shoe that seemed loose, so I decided to just work at the walk and trot. Still, he managed to throw a different shoe while I was on him.
Looking at those two weeks makes me feel pretty disappointed in myself. 33 miles in my "peak week?" I don't know. I generally hate when people make a bunch of excuses about why their training isn't going well when they're just not putting in the work. I know I'm not putting in the work, but does saying, "Running isn't my priority right now," count as an excuse?
- Best running-related thing that happened: A tie between getting to race both weekends, and hitting my highest-ever mileage month (148 miles!).
- Worst running-related thing that happened: My running partner found out she has a stress fracture. Kentucky was going to be her first marathon. Her MRI is tomorrow and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's anything but a stress fracture.