It’s creeping up on me. It really is happening on Sunday. 42.2 bloody hellish kilometers without resting. I’ve mentally won it for a long time now, but I understand that’s different from doing it for real. In real life, as we like to say.
Trouble started two weeks ago when Samantha asked me how many miles I was up to each day. How many miles?!? Use the metrics system if you want to make yourself understandable, woman.
Sam’ told me her brother was doing about 15-20 miles a day at about a month before the race.
I run like 30-40 comfy minutes a day. And after some research (thank you WolframAlpha) I learned it’s approx 4-6 miles depending on pace and mood.
But regardless of metrics system or not I understand 4 miles is not 20 miles.
Getting those miles in your legs (at once) is apparently crucial before the race.
Did my 72nd Street and back a few weeks ago, but even that is only 15 miles or so. And I did it once. Today an hour, but this is also when you need to slow down and start resting up. So all of my training has been:
a) too little
b) not enough
c) pointless
d) all of the above
We’re still optimistic and are still aiming for the top spot though. Just a little hesitant how to pull it off.
On another annoying note I haven’t decided what to wear yet. A tiny but vital point in the preparations. It’s going to be cold as hell (it was summer last week and was now freezing cold today). Should I wear tee or long sleeve? Shorts or long legged tights?
Don’t even get me started on the shoes. I still hear the only review I’ve read about them in my head. Echoing. Everyday.
“You wouldn’t run a marathon in these but they’re pretty much perfect for everything else.”
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