The Mysterious Marathon
My first attempt at Boston is imminent. Iâ€™m not exactly freaking out yet, but Iâ€™m close. If checking the weather forecast every ten minutes ten days before the race is an indication of neurosis, then Iâ€™m there.
Incidentally, December 9th in Kiawah (as of 6:50pm today) should feature a low of 43 and high of 59 with mostly sunny skies.
As a child, anxiety dreams manifested themselves in the mundane â€œI went to school in my underwearâ€ genre. In College, it was â€œThe final exam is today? I havenâ€™t even cracked a book!â€ Now, I dream of getting lost during a race, being late to a race, or just plain missing the race entirely. In the hazy moments between sleeping and waking, this can feel dreadfully real.
In theory, I should be just fine. Iâ€™ve trained hard, diligently following Rickâ€™s Autumn of Pain (Â© 2006) training regimen (Adapted from Pete Pfitzingerâ€™s program). Iâ€™m injury-free, and most importantly, feel satisfied with the color of my shoes. Iâ€™ve done pace runs, long runs, short runs, strides, Yasso work, modified longer VO2max work, tempo runs, trail runs, and races. Iâ€™ve run in the rain, in the mountains, on a treadmill, in the morning, afternoon, and the middle of the night. I even have the geeky runnerâ€™s headlamp to prove it.
According to Guy Averyâ€™s marathon predictor, (based on various factors including most recent Â½ marathon time) Iâ€™ve got a decent shot at my goal (3:15). I feel strong, Iâ€™m really enjoying this taper thing, and Iâ€™m determined to run a disciplined race. I should be all set, right?
But thatâ€™s the thing about the marathon. Itâ€™s a mystery.
Iâ€™ve never gone as fast as Iâ€™ll go on December 9th at Kiawah. I donâ€™t yet know what will happen after mile 20 (when the race really begins). I donâ€™t really know about the weather, or if Iâ€™ll wake up on the right side of the bed. Until the race is over, I wonâ€™t know.
But you know, I sort of like that about the marathon.
Until then, I’ll take what dreams may come.