Are you tired of me waxing not-so-poetically about the 26.2 subject yet? Oh my. I am starting to drive myself crazy about all of this, but for as far as I can see, this is the last contemplating-sort of post you’ll see for a while – I expect to make my decision by next week as to when/where my next marathon will take place.
You see, there is something HUGE that has been on my mind these past few days, post-UVM - and it’s something that I experienced right after Shamrock as well – and this is going to sound pretty lame, but here it goes:
Physically, I felt totally fine.
I know, it’s a terrible complaint, but the fact that after my last two marathons I didn’t “feel” like I completed the 26.2 distance was just – weird. I mean, after Richmond, I was “that” post-marathon runner – walking strangely, having difficulty descending stairs, the whole nine. But with these past two races…I was just strolling around, lah dee dah like.
So what does it mean?
Well, obviously I know I didn’t push too ‘FULL potential’ this past Saturday, but I had my reasons. I still feel confident that I did the right thing in this race. I am thankful for my health and the fact that I made it through another training cycle without injury. I cannot be happier about the amount of support I have received from friends and friends concerning my marathon goals – and yet, I still wonder…
How do you know when you’re giving all that you’ve got?
Whatever the next marathon I end up deciding to PR in is, I want to commit to LEAVING IT ALL ON THE COURSE.
Pedal to the Medal.
26.2 miles of good, hard effort.
Have I been scared?
Scared of achieving a goal? Scared of what might happen? Scared of failing?
I think so.
I need to buckle down. Make some decisions. Harness that energy.
That BQ…it will happen – whether it takes 3 more tries, or 30.
I’m ready to really begin the journey.
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