So it’s finally here. The weekend I’ve been waiting looking towards for at least the last 13 months. Marine Corps Marathon 2013.
13 months? Yes, since September of 2012, when I injured myself and had to drop out of MCM 2012, I knew I wanted to make another run at this year. And over the last 5 months, I’ve trained hard. I haven’t always trained fast, and I haven’t done every run that was on the plan. But I’ve given it my best effort, and I feel like I’m as ready as I can be for this particular journey.
Less than 48 hours before the start, I’m sitting here anxious and nervous. All of my marathoner friends are telling me this is completely normal. I think I may have it a little bit worse than many, thanks to my posterior tib on my right leg, which has been acting up since my 20 miler, forcing me to cut a few taper runs, and an allergy flare up this week that has left me feeling a little bit groggy. But I have to remind myself that I have had some really amazing runs this training cycle, including a kick ass 20 miler, and I’m READY. I will cover 26.2 miles on Sunday, and I will do my best to enjoy the journey, with no time goal in mind other than to beat the bridge and finish the marathon.
That last sentence is probably the most important part of this post. I’m trying very hard to focus on one goal for this marathon–TO FINISH. For those of you that know me in real life, you know that I am an extremely goal oriented person. I have always sought to be the best at whatever I do, and in most areas of my life, I am extremely successful. One of the reasons running has been such a good thing for me, is because unlike my academic or real career, I do not possess any natural talent for running. I’m the slow girl with asthma. So it’s something I’ve really had to work at, and I truly believe, with every fiber of my being, that having to work at it has been extremely good for me. It’s hard, and I’ve had to work through it, which has made me a stronger person in so many other aspects of my life–at work, in my marriage, in my relationships with my beloved friends and family (okay, well as psycho as I’ve been this week, Noel and my friends and family may not agree with that last one). The challenge of running has made me a better person, someone that knows I can overcome a road block and move on to beat a challenge.
The point of all this? Well it’s hard for me not to have a time goal. Even a secret time goal that I don’t put out there, which was through all of this was to come in around 4.30 because I thought that sounded respectable in case I never run another marathon. But now I’m trying to let that go, and really focus on finishing and enjoying the ride. Because really, my life is about the journey, and the people I meet and love along the way. Thanks for coming along on the journey with me.