The Chicago Marathon is less than two weeks away and I’m not feeling great about my prospects for qualifying for Boston, setting a PR, or even beating last year’s time. For some reason I’ve just had a difficult time doing the long runs and doing shorter runs at any kind of decent pace. Somehow I went from a 7:30 – 7:45 min/mile easy pace to an 8:15 – 8:30 easy pace. I don’t know what happened.
For a long time I was battling plantar faciitus and this caused me to slow up my pace. But that injury is gone and my speed has not returned. I know to get faster you have to train faster, but I just have not been able to summon the energy. Maybe I’m just getting older or distracted with other things in my life. Maybe the streak is making me more tired than I thought.
Well, while I lament my lost speed and experience pre-marathon doubts, I still love joggling and will forgive myself for any lackluster performance. No matter what, this will be the fastest marathon I’ve ever run at age 43 and I will no doubt win the joggling division.
In running and joggling and juggling, it is always a good idea to forgive yourself. I’m reminded of a quote the my high school English teacher, Mrs. Kallick, once told me.
At any given point, a person is doing the very best they can.
I’ll do my best in this marathon and we’ll see how it turns out.