Sunday, August 8, 2010
Last Sunday I ran the La Luz trail run for the fifth time and posted a P.R. for the course. Prior to that, I'd spent the past six weeks sticking to a rigorous first-time marathoner training plan, in preparation for possibly running the Duke City Marathon on Sunday, October 17. I'm calling it the "Maybe Marathon" because although I was perfectly fine running my first ever half-marathon on this same course last year, I'm not so sure I'd like the Duke City to also be my first marathon.
On the one hand:
1. It's fast and flat
2. It's my home turf
3. The weather is likely to be perfect
On the other:
1. It's not an especially exciting event, and a part of me thinks my very first marathon, which ranks up there in my mind with some of life's great "firsts," should either be a rock and roll marathon where the energy is off the charts or someplace a tad more scenic, like, say, Big Sur.
This week I'm supposed to be back on track with the training, but instead I've been a slacker of the first order. Of course, it didn't help that I spent the first three days post-La Luz working dawn to dusk in Hotlanta and eating all manner of fried green tomato and garlic grits type things. Neither was the weather conducive to scooting my bottom out the door. Not only was it hot, the humidity hovered somewhere around one-hundred-gajillion percent and while I can take the heat, when the mug kicks in, I go all Scarlett O'Hara on myself. "As God is my witness, I will never sweat again!"
At least I managed a four miler on Friday and yesterday I hiked five miles with Maddie the Dog and some friends up in the mountains. Still. Hiking is not running, regardless of the quad burn.
Today, I am avoiding looking at my training schedule. Because I know what it says. It says: "Put down that donut you pansy-ass bum and do your 15 miles!"
La, la, la, la, la . . .