This week, I’m only running 36.2 miles. Ha! only 36.2 miles. My highest mileage ever in a week was 40 so this is pretty close. But here’s the kicker–only 10 of those miles won’t be in a race and that’s the lowest weekly total I’ve run since I’ve been running races.
I’ve got runs of 3,4, and 3 miles scheduled for today, Thursday, and Friday. I can remember days when I dreaded distances that long, but these days I feel like I should combine them into one run.
But I won’t do that. I’ve been following my plan for 15 weeks and I’m not about to change now. The plan says I’m going to run 3:48 and I would be thrilled if that were the case.
I’m nervous but excited; my legs want to move. It’s hard for me to reign them in,to keep them in check. But I’m going to harness that physical energy. Turn it in to mental energy and come up with a great game plan. Every little detail is going to be planned out. For example, I’ve already been talking with Pam and reading about different strategies. I’ve already got my race split wrist band printed out and ready to go.
The plan is to run two warm up miles slightly slower than my race pace and then pick it up to my race pace of 8:40 miles for the rest of the day. That pace seems crazy to me, but the training program hasn’t let me down yet. Here’s to hoping that it will continue to get me to my goals.
The only details I need to figure out still is how often I’m going to eat and what I’m going to drink. I think these are minor details to figure out, but don’t want to leave anything to chance.
I’ve put in the time and the time is coming. The time to leave it all behind and see what the day brings. I hope everything works out all right because I don’t want to HAVE to run another one. Wanting to run another one is a different story, however.
Sorry about all the running posts, but that’s what’s on my mind.