“You just have to decide you’re going to do it, and then do it.”
Discussing marathon plans over dinner with a friend, she described this as the mentality of her sister-in-law, a relatively under-prepared runner who nonetheless ran a marathon and absolutely loved it. Her longest training run had been 14 miles, and whilst the marathon itself was a struggle, she came out the other side feeling accomplished, and said she’d happily do it again.
How I long for that feeling of security.
I’ve only had one week of uninterrupted training, even though I started my plan two weeks late. My cold has developed into a chesty cough, meaning that I’ve only been able to get in two gentle runs a week; any more, and I can’t really breathe. I’d kill for that kind of epiphany, the I can do this lightbulb moment, but for now, it’s just not happening. So I guess the best I can do is rest up, and hope to be back training soon.
I guess my question is, do you ever get that kind of moment? Six months ago, I would have told you that I could train for a far-off marathon; meaning that I thought myself capable of a 12-week training season, followed by race day itself. But as it creeps ever closer, and ever more training days fall to the wayside, I’m not so sure. Self-doubt is creeping in no matter what I do.
I’m not entirely sure what the point of this post is; I guess it’s some kind of confessional. I am a runner, and a blogger, and account on not doing much of the former, I’ve also been slacking on the latter. I feel like a bit of a fraud really, but at least bearing my soul to the internet makes me feel a little less guilty.
How do you cope with the mental side of running? Do you ever have huge freak-outs?
Lots of love,