Friday night I was reading over my marathon training plan and I started freaking out. There are only 21 weeks until the marathon!!!! Life kind of got in the way for the last few weeks between sickness and family life, unfortunately running took a backseat. The only thing that was going through my mind was how far behind I was in training. The way I am approaching this marathon is a bit unorthodox. Couch to marathon anyone? Taking any time off is putting this race at risk.
Long story short, I quit fretting and got off my ass. I told myself I was going to run as far as my legs would carry me and I would use that mileage as my "longest long run". So, Saturday morning I set out to run and thought my legs would only be capable of doing 2 miles. To my surprise, I was able to complete 4.4 miles without too much pain. I immediately thought it was a fluke because I had taken allergy meds and advil prior to heading out the door. There was no way I thought I could replicate that run. I was wrong, this morning I hit the roads again and completed another 4 miles. I guess the moral of the story is you never know how a run is going to be until you get out there.
I am happy to say, I am not freaking out about training anymore. I still have a few weeks before my official training program starts. My first week's long run is 6 miles. I will be good to go. *knocking on wood*
It was a great weekend to be outside. The rain finally stopped and the sun made an appearance. I hope the weather stays around for a bit.