Today marks a big turning point in training. It’s officially 60 days away from Marathon Monday.
The challenges keep coming, full speed ahead. Boston was hit with a historic blizzard that dumped 2+ feet of snow on the city. I was forced to adapt. I spent Sunday running 15 miles on a treadmill… a mind numbing, blister filled experience. I am crossing my fingers and hoping for any opportunity to run outside again.
In those long runs, I find myself grappling with moments where I feel triumphant and greater than the sum of my parts. I feel invincible. I picture the people I’m running for and I feel the pain of that pancake flat treadmill belt melt away.
And just like that I’m nearly in tears by mile 8. It was a darker mile than I’d care to admit. I faced down the reality of what’s to come in the next few months and left it there on my “course”. It’s going to be an emotionally challenging few weeks. But there’s pockets of good in there too.
60 days until we line up on that finish line. I wish I could say I was ready but I suppose that’s the point of training: you’re working on it.
“Rivers know this, there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.” - Winnie the Pooh