Today is January 7. For me, it will be a somewhat uneventful day. I have to take the girls to and pick them up from their respective schools. I have a boys soccer game to ref, a junior varsity game. I have to figure out what to do for dinner too. I'm thinking... wow, no idea. Maybe something in the slow cooker.
Uneventful. Probably not memorable. But a huge milestone nonetheless.
Today is one month before my first marathon. The Surf City Marathon is on Feb. 7. In one month, I'll be out there tackling on the beast that is the marathon head on.
Lately, when I think about the marathon - and I think about it a lot - I alternate between feeling nervous, like the there's-a-ball-of-nerves-taking-space-up-in-my-stomach type nervous, and excited about the race. I'm excited because I've been training for this race for a long time now. Plus it's going to be a memorable experience for certain, no matter what happens that day.
I'm not going to try and fret for the next month. It's almost here. I signed up for it. I'm nervous/excited for it. Let's go.
The next month will be for me to maintain that sort of mindframe. I don't want to get too worried because I won't do well. I don't want to get too excited because then I won't do well.
In terms of training, I have four long-distance runs left: 15 on Sunday, 22 the following Sunday, then 12 and 10 on the last two Sundays before the big day. I have to sprinkle in about two or three midweek runs between then. Funny thing is, I'm not as worried about 22 as I was for 20 or 18. Probably because I have 26.2 staring at me pretty soon afterward.
So now, the countdown begins in earnest.