Tomorrow is the first official day of my marathon-training program. I am well rested.
And nervous as hell.
I haven’t run more than a 5K in three weeks. I took my mandatory, doctor-ordered one week off — which conveniently coincided with the flu. I attempted a run one week after (which you may recall as the “Code: Brown”-run. That run was painful enough (in more ways than one) that I took another week off. I attempted a run on the treadmill while on vacation in Lake Tahoe, and one very short, downhill trail run. Both were long enough to know that I hadn’t healed, but was healing. So I figured, what the hell, I’ve already taken two weeks off — might as well go for three.
I have tried to make good use of my time off. I’ve been lifting weights like crazy and watching my diet. I’ve dropped a few more pounds (I’m now at minus 14 lbs from January). I haven’t done anything over this long weekend, though that was a planned break, and has also – conveniently – coincided with my not feeling too great.
I think my not feeling well over the last few days has been a combination of vacation-lag, depression from not running for three weeks, and general scared-shitlessness for tomorrow. How soon will my fitness come back? Will my tendon be healed enough? Will I be the slowest, fatest, most loser-ish person out there? My first doubts could not have come at a worse time.
So today I’m working on getting my act together, eating well, hydrating, and working on some motivation — time to watch some of The Spirit of the Marathon, maybe a little Without Limits, maybe some Chariots of Fire. Maybe all of them. One of my favorite motivators is a podcast I found, Two Gomers Run A Marathon (there is also a half-marathon version, which was actually their first season). I’m a gomer, definitely.
Tomorrow, I become a marathon-trainee. Wish me luck!