I have been training nonstop since November 1. I’m not sure what the other side of this is going to look like, but I am imagining there will be some sort of culture shock thing happening. Part of me wishes that shock was because I was traveling to Europe or somewhere exotic, but alas, it’s because I signed up to run 26.2 miles. Yeah, I volunteered to do that.
This weekend will be my last distance run before I taper. Twenty freaking miles. As you’ve all read before, there’s always a million things going through my head. Some of them practical, like don’t forget to eat your carbs, others a sign of delirium – like what if I don’t put enough Vaseline on my thighs and I can’t run all 20 miles because I’ll be so busy trying to escape the chafe and then I’ll have to quit, ask for someone to pick me up and sulk in embarrassment before having to warm myself up to do it again. Or my whole training plan gets ruined and I have to quit trying to run a marathon less than 30 days out all because I didn’t wear enough stinkin’ Vaseline. Yeah…
Anyway. There’s a street here in Reno named McCarran and it makes one big loop around the city for about 23 miles. In the local running scene, to run the whole street is known as the “McLoop.” I’ve always wanted to be a part of the groups that do this run a few times a year. A lot of people will only run parts of it and get picked up along the way. Others use it for a training run. It’s hilly. There’s lots of places to stop along the way. I’ve ran parts of it on my own courses. Mostly because of prior commitments, I haven’t been able to participate before. But now, it’s finally my turn to McLoop! Or … at least mostly McLoop. Technically I only need 20 miles, not 23. But I have this awful quality that forces me to finish everything I start – like puzzles, books (even if they take a year), the ten sushi rolls I ordered at once.
Back to that training nonstop since November thing. This is it. This is the final hurdle for me. The point where as long as I can do it, I know I’ll be good on May 1. I know it’s going to be tough. I know I’m going to hate life, want to hurl over on the side of the road and die, but at the end, I’ll be so incredibly pumped and proud. Frankly, when I wrote my training plan last fall before even agreeing to sign up, it was these long runs – the in between – that almost stopped me from registering. It’s a huge time commitment and I just wanted to skip from A to Z. But I’m here. I’ve made it. Tapering cannot come soon enough. And on the flipside, that 15-miler now doesn’t seem all that bad with a looming 20 ahead.
(PS; I know it often sounds like I hate running and you’re probz like “why the Hell did she even sign up?” But I promise you, I love it. I love the accomplishment. I love the battle wounds. I love the medals. I love the journey. I love running.)
PPS – If any of you Renoites would like to join us on the McLoop – for even just a couple of miles, we’re starting at 7 a.m. and welcome any and all company!
4 thoughts on “One month and counting.”
I procrastinate so much whilst running I often wonder why I bother. Yet like you it’s the achievement of crossing the line, the hard work paying off and of course the medals.
I’ve 6 months until my first marathon and come Oct 31st other than one big long sleep I will not know what to be doing with myself.
Exactly! I’m already feeling the nostalgia and loss. Guess it’s time to start researching a new activity!
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Or another marathon 😉 we’ve a 10k winter series kicking off the week after the Dublin marathon and that’s our “fun runs” to look forward to afterwards as sure 10k will be dead easy by then (oh how I dream very big)
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Ok ok, let’s not get TOO ahead. I need to survive the first, first! Ha! I do have some fun runs planned for the summer and it’s weird to think that those are now “easy” for me.