|My friend Cathy, did |
the half-marathon at
Rails to Trails. She also
was kind enough to do the
Miles 20 to 26 took everything. I was tired. After the finish line I bent over and felt tears. I was done. I had nothing left. I'm slow, I averaged about 12:45 miles (that's about a 5:30 race) but even at that pace, there was nothing left in me.
That race included a hot meal. I ate it. I'm usually very-extremely reluctant to eat cooking other than my own - too much salt and dairy and sugar. That day my brain was empty with indecision, a sure sign of need of calories. I ate. Whatever they served I ate. I rested for an hour. And then I was fine.
My eyes now drift to the yard; it's got a foot or two of snow. The driveway is icy. The sky is grey -- greyness which can last for weeks between long nights -- it's not inviting. Hard to imagine the day in May when a marathon happens. Hard to imagine the hours of running in this weather to train. Hard to imagine 26.2 miles.
But to train up to it, now is the time to start. It's 16 weeks until a local half-marathon (Reedsburg VetFest). Twenty-three weeks until the close-by marathon I'm considering (Madison Marathon). So much can happen before May 29: injury, distraction, burn-out. And am I ready to commit to covering 26.2 miles, on foot, in under six hours?
There's a tri in June I'd like to do, and some open water swims to be ready for by mid-summer. Charity rides are all over by July and it takes time to get these legs hill-tolerant for biking. And I turn 50 this spring. A marathon may be a good way to celebrate. If I'm gonna do a marathon, now is the time.
Get out the Yak Traks, order a new pair of Brooks Glycerins, make an appointment to update my orthotics. I think it's time to start.