But, I decided that I'm going to go for #7 in spring of 2012 anyways even though I know that:
- I will not break any kinds of American or world records doing so
- There is not a chance in hell that I will win the race
- My body tends to like the training for the marathon part, but rebels against me in the tapering
- The last
twothree marathons I've ran it's been quite a battle and things haven't pan out too well. There was the pre Boston injury of 2008 which I neglected to take proper care of and completely derailed my training, then the mental break down during Chicago 2010, and finally this October where physical my body just said no way chica. Oh yes, all glorious moments in my life.
Back in 2004 I ran my first marathon, and enjoyed every second of it. At the time I was a broke college student working 6 days a week while going to culinary school and trying to support myself on less then 1,000 bucks a month in a rather expensive city. Life was stressful and I had very little time for fitness, but I somehow managed to get in some semi-solid yet very unstructured training. My day would typically start at 3 am where I would head off to my job as a professional baker putting in a full day of kneading and whisking before heading to classes that were keeping me occupied until 9 pm. Attending a culinary program wasn't quite like other college programs and my classes would generally consist of at least 6 hour block of time in an extremely hot kitchen with crazy French chefs muttering out non stop orders and questioning why my mise en place was such a mess.
Back then I was young, broke, and determined to run a marathon so I some how made things work. After my 22 hour days I was squeezing in random runs during late evening hours on an dark barren path all by my lonesome. There was no training plan or no speed work, only the goal to finish with a smile on my face and not be murdered while training companion less at odd hours of the night. The whole idea was crazy, and so was I.
|Thats my young bod in the bottom left corner.|
Took me 10 minutes to cross the start line after taking my sweet time race morning
But I did just that finishing in 3:28 while the smile never faded from my face. I felt like I was living a dream and was having the time of my life. I didn't once stop for fuels, there was no Gu, I didn't own a GPS nor did I really care about my pace, I just ran. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
I've never again been able to mimic those feelings of elation and excitement for what each mile will bring in a marathon, but have somehow ventured on this unending quest to do so. Marathon #7 could be another epic fail for me and in the 6 months until race day life may take me in another direction, but I jumping head first into this adventure with loose plans to do things different this time around.
Maybe that late May morning will be the day that I finally feel that glory and freedom again in a marathon, and maybe it won't. Either way, I'll be there ready to take on whatever the day may hold...smiles and all.