I admit it, I have marathon fear.
Every now and then I have a doubt
I look at the training schedule and think about my last run and its difficulty and there it is, doubt.
I step on the scale or look in the mirror and think “how can portly me run 42.2 and not need to be carried over the finish”
It’s a fear that is both reasonable and unreasonable.
I’ve done 4 half marathons, all close together and have gotten faster and stronger with each one. My recovery has gotten shorter.
But I’ve gotten a wee bit older and a wee bit fatter. My knee is troubling me. I feel guilty when I have to leave Ruby behind.
But it’s that magic distance, 42.2k… The distance that makes headlines when healthy people drop dead on the course.
That magic distance that let’s you say you have done one of the hardest things a person can do.
So fear is normal.
I am a little undertrained for the clinic I’m in, and I don’t know many people in it. I last ran 21.1 in late June, since then I haven’t even done 10.
That makes for more doubts.
Day one was Jan 1 and Tuesdays are all 6k tempos. Due to the holiday we missed the run but I did the resolution run (5k). My running partner and I decided to run it straight rather than 10 and 1’s. It was a bit of an accidental decision, we kept saying “oh let’s walk at 15” “lets walk at midway” but we never did, we jut kept going.
Worked out ok, for my training pace a tempo is 6:45 and our final pace was 6:50. Perfect without even trying.
Since I’m still finishing up the 10k clinic I’m coaching I took my gang out for hills rather than the 10k tempo. I’m a mean coach, it was a hard hill.
Thursday and Sunday I wound up running sweep on my 9k and walking part way with one of the slower clinic people. We joke at the Running Room that our clinics are like the marines, but for middle aged women, no man gets left behind. So ya gotta do what ya gotta
Week two started with a cold night with heavy rain. 6k tempo on a route with a big hill. “What hell is this?” My brain asked as we stepped out into the icy deluge.
“Shut up brain” said my legs as they started off.
“Wtf? Who plots a tempo up this hill?” Asked my brain as we started to climb at the 1.5k mark.
“Shut up brain,” said my legs, “I’ve got work to do”
And it did.
As I crested the hill my brain got onboard and despite the rain we nailed it, average moving pace of 6:45 for 6.3k.
Despite the rain, I was happy when I got back to the car, even though I was drenched and poor Ruby must have been 5lbs heavier with all that water in her coat.
Shut up brain, I don’t have anymore doubts.
So this silly heel has set my training plans back by almost a month. I was going to wrap up a 10k clinic and start dropping in on a 1/2 clinic to coax up my weekly mileage. Instead it was three weeks of no running and having to slowly add distance and speed. I have to keep my strides short to keep the heel from protesting.
Even now, lounging and typing my heel is complaining about today’s gym session and long walk with the dog. Shush heel, I’m working on something here!
In the first week of the marathon clinic the schedule is for 38k.
Right now I’m at 15
My plan is to add two shorter runs to my week as well as two gym sessions. This will gradually build my mileage to around 26k. That makes 38 look doable.
So this week was Sunday long slow 6.3, wed 4.5 and thurs 4.1. Monday, Tuesday and Friday also had hour long dog walks, but that is just normal Ruby time. Saturday morning I’m planning an extra 4.2k. That will make a weekly total of 19. Not bad
I started seeing a personal trainer Monday, he gave me a set of brutal (to me) things to do to increase my leg power and core strength. It should help but I an still cuss his name right?
I managed one full and one partial gym workout
Next week I’m adding another 4k run on Monday. Will have to see how the heel is. Will it cooperate?
On sunday I took the plunge and registered for my first full marathon. its a bit daunting, more than my first 1/2 was. Maybe because I didn’t sign up for the 1/2 until I was 2/3 through the training clinic when right now I am a month away from the clinic starting and nursing an injury to boot.
I’m behind where I wanted to be by now. About a month behind, stupid achilles tendon.
The Marathon clinic starts with 38K in a week, with two tempo runs (6 & 10) and a 6K steady. I’ll be wrapping up the current 10K clinic I’m teaching so I’ll be doing a lot of homework. And I have to start now.
Right now I’m only doing around 12-14K a week- that only gives me 4 weeks to double that, and not get injured from adding km too fast.
This could be tricky.
My clinic runs Sunday (long slow), Wed (hills eventually) and Thurday (steady). This week it was 6K and Wed and Thurs are 4 k each (wed is a bit long at 4.5 and both routes have a hill in them). So I’m going to add a 4 K or so on saturday as well as a couple gym sessions. As per my earlier post I’ve started with a personal trainer and while there is a lot of upper body stuff we also did some squat jumps and other things to increase my leg strength. I’m also thinking of hitting the pool a bit
I need to add a few more Km per week to get me to the 35-38 level and I also need to get in a tempo and start edging it up.
Dec is going to be a very rough month