This is the marathon where I will be training to not only PR, but to go Sub 4:00 hours. It will be EP-IC. I have been waiting for this day since the day after my miserable DNF in May. To say I feel like I've got unfinished business with the marathon distance is a bit of an understatement. I've been waiting to get on the training horse and ride the hell out of it. There are still some demons feasting on my confidence from the DNF and I don't think there's anything I can do to rid myself of them except to slay the shit out of them on Feb. 17th.
These past two easy weeks have been tough, but not as bad as I had imagined them to be. Mainly because all I could think about was that it meant just two more weeks till it was time to start training! Yay!
All day yesterday I daydreamed of what this week was going to hold for me. I decided
And then I got the email late yesterday afternoon. The subject line was: The Horror Begins. YES, yes, this is what I've been waiting for! And then I opened it and immediately scrolled down to the actual schedule for the week and Holy Fucking Christ, I'm only running 35 measly, easy ass miles this week. W.T.F?
UGH. I went through the email and read all the coachspeak about building up, and how 22 weeks is a long ass time, etc and UGH. Just UGH UGH UGH. While I realize it makes complete and total sense* and if I hadn't been such a fucking idiot, I would have known that the first week out of the gate wasn't going to be a 50 mile week... but, I was still pretty disappointed.
It's only the first day of training and I'm already a whiny ass bitch. AWESOME.
*"Complete and total sense" is something that I lack when it comes to training on my own. Thank goodness for my coach.