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Monday Marathon Meanderings

The National Marathon is 18 days away.  Yikes!  It seems so close, but too far away.  I am finally at the, very needed, taper.  Here is an update of where I am at:

- I have done two 20 milers.  The first was great.  I came home feeling like, "Yes, bring on the marathon!"  My last one, which was this weekend, was miserable.  If I feel like I did during that run during the marathon, I will be crying at the end . . . and it will not be tears of joy!  It rained a lot during the run.  My legs were sore.  By mile 13 it started to rain hard and I headed home.  I came home at mile 15 and told my husband, "I am done."  He, lovingly, told me to get dry clothes on and finish the last 5 miles.  I did.  The last 5 miles were really HARD. But I got the 20 miler done and was glad I did.

- I feel under prepared.  I have pretty much stuck to the training schedule.  I have shortened some of my weekly runs because my legs have been hurting (just muscular issues) and I have not wanted to push it.  I fear getting injured and so I try to take it slow.

- I have realized that the marathon can go very badly or it can go very well, no matter how hard I have trained at this point.

- Have I mentioned that I am slow?

- I am tired.  I need more sleep.

- I am still trying to figure out nutrition during the race.  So far I am leaning toward Nuun, and Honey Stingers Energy Shots, and a Clif bar.  I have used these on my longer runs and seem to work well.

- The outfit: I have got it picked out, but am hoping the the running skirt does not end up chafing me . . . the one I wore this weekend did, which was a first for me.

- Finally, I have the desire to tell everyone that I am running a marathon and that I have actually already run 20 miles.  I really try to not talk about it, but sometimes it slips.  I do not do it to be like, "Look at me, I am running a marathon and I ran 20 miles."  It is more like, "I cannot believe that I am running a marathon and have survived 20 miles already, maybe if I say it out loud it will be more real."

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  1. If I were training for a marathon, I would be screaming it from the rooftops!! YOu're doing awesome, this is just the nervousness before the big event. I always get like this when I go into labor, thinking I can't do it, even denying that I'm in labor. But when the big moment comes...success! I think the adrenaline and the cheers of the crowd are really going to carry you through. I wish I could cheer you on :)

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  2. Wow... I need to quote my coach here:

    ~ Breathe, relax, smile ~

    Ok, I didn't write my post for you, but it seems I could have. You are READY. Better to have a bad 20 and go into the marathon with your eyes open.

    I LOVE that your husband helped support you in that tough moment... that is the best.thing.ever!

    You said,"did I mention I'm slow?" Dude, its a freaking marathon!!!! No one cares how fast you run, and you shouldn't either.

    When its done, and you've finished with a smile through your tears, you'll have accomplished something that less than 1% of the population ever does. The odds of you finishing with a smile are staggeringly IN you favor. You can do this. I believe you CAN and WILL be amazing.

    On my blog (and forgive me for not linking here, I'm typing from my phone) there is a link in Oct '10 called, "a letter to the support team". Might want to check it out... maybe I will reblog it within the "series"... anyway, you'll laugh till you cry, because its just something a runner will get.

    Find me on facebook through the link on my blog, or feel free to email me at ginnyflynn at gmail dot com if you need ANYTHING in the next few weeks.

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