So, I’m running a half marathon this Sunday. I was supposed to run the full, but switched to the 13.1 half way through my training cycle. Apparently Ironman took more out of me than I thought, and I was just not enjoying the long runs.
Let me say that I royally screwed up this training cycle. Like…badly. I hit most of my long runs (except for the one I skipped because the ‘we just bought a house’ celebrating got the best of me), but I hardly ever ran more than once a week. I do not feel totally prepared for this race in the least. I certainly half-assed the training for it.
But even with half-assed training I feel excited to RACE. Since April of 2010 everything was about pace, and heart rate, and zone 2, and perfect execution that would get me to the finish line of an Ironman. Every single race leading up to my 140.6 mile journey was practice.
But with my Cozumel finisher’s medal hanging nicely in my living room, I am ready to go balls to the walls this weekend. Heart rate? Don’t care. Pace? Maybe a little since 13.1 is still a ways to run. Nutrition? I’ll do the best I can.
My goal this weekend is to let the bull out of the pen. I am going to cross the start line and run my little heart out. I want to finish that race panting, with my heart about to beat out of my chest, and knowing that I left everything I had out on the course. Whatever time I finish in, as long as I give it my all, is fine with me.
Bring on first race in over a year that I actually get to try and go as fast as possible!
IM SO EXCITED.