Sixteen weeks until marathon #2.
Official training starts on Monday.
I wish I could say I'm thrilled, but I'm not.
I have enjoyed the last four months: dropping in the gym when the urge hit, exercising for enjoyment, sleeping in until 6:30, running slow, running short, hitting the carton of Breyer's Vanilla Bean instead of the black asphalt.
It's been sweet relief.
Soon, that all comes to an end and
I will begin the most monotonous and exhausting thing I have ever known.
So, why do it?
As a fellow runner explained, "If you have to ask, you will never understand. It is something only those select few know. Those who put themselves through pain, but know, deep down, how good it really feels."
So, for the next 4 months, I will train- tempo runs, long runs, fartleks, shin splints, knee aches, icing, protein shakes, glucosamine, ibuprofen, and a few tears.
In the end it will be worth it. I've experienced the runner's high many times, but never more than the moment I finished 26.2 miles.
I can't wait to do it again.
"The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost