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Marathon Training - The Why and the How

So yes, barring any injury, on March 26, 2011, I will be a marathoner.  I really have gone back and forth about this.  This is the first marathon I have signed up for, so I am committed.  I had "put my name on the list" for the Run for Vocations team for the Marine Corps Marathon (that was just a few weeks ago), but never actually filled out any paperwork to make it official before I pulled out.  So, the Suntrust Marathon is the first marathon That I have filled paperwork out for and payed money to run.  There is no refund policy.  I am "in."
The Why

Oh, I have wondered the why myself.  Why do you want to run a marathon, Katie? Why now?  I could wait a year.  Even two years.  I could run a bunch more half marathons.  Train more.  But, I felt that now is the time.  Why?  Because it scares me to do it now.  The longer I have gone since my stress fracture, the "safer" I have become in my running.  Yes, that is a good thing. To a point.  I have learned alot about taking it slow and running smart since my stress fracture.  And that will stay with me as I train for the marathon. 

Remember this post I wrote a year ago?  In that post I wrote that my "Goliath" is running.  Well, I am wrong.  My Goliath is my negative self-talk.  And this negative self-talk, although present in most areas of my life, likes to scream at me when I run.  It was there when I ran the 10K the other week, and it is the voice that is telling me I cannot run a marathon.  I believe that God is calling me to knock down my Goliath for good this time.  By running a marathon.  It is my sling shot and stones.

How?

I have thought a lot about this too.  Although, I did not use the Jeff Gallowy run/walk method in my last 10K, it is what I will use to run the marathon.  I used it to run the GW Parkway 10 miler shortly after coming back from my injury and I felt so good during and after the race.  I will loosely follow his beginner schdule.  I do weight train and cross train, so on the rest days, I will be at the gym.  I will also, probably, run more on the 30 min days than he suggests (or I will do speed work on one of those days). 

I have no time goals.  Jeff Galloway states on his website that even a seasoned runner should not set a time goal for her first marathon.  The only goal should be to finish.  So, my only goal is to get through training and to the finish line injury free.  I am finally working with a great chiropractor that has found the root of my  injuries and the shin splints.  He is helping alot.  And, I am confident that by using the Jeff Galloway method, I can reach my goal. 

I will keep you updated on how training is going!


Oh, and I already know what shirt I will be wearing as I run . . .

Comments

  1. My reason for wanting to do a Marathon is the 26.2 sticker :) Your reasons are way better (and less shallow) than mine!

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  2. Oh wow! Congrats on your marathon endeavor and your reasoning behind wanting to run it is fantastic. I too have a terrible thing with "negative self talk"...I hope to one day follow suit and just run healthy and pain free again.

    Best of luck to you on your training too. I've heard so many great things about the Galloway method and plan to ease back into running with a very solid run/walk program. You WILL reach your goal.

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