Days like today, if you ask me.
When it’s 40* out, 20mph winds and raining, most folks just want to stay inside and sit by the fire with a warm cup of coffee. Trust me, I often want to be one of those people. But then I remember that I have goals, and there’s only one way to reach those goals. So I suit up, throw on a hat, gloves and my new waterproof shell (which worked perfectly), and head out the door. Turned out to be a great run, as they often do. Nothing spectacular, just a nice 15 miler as I’m tapering for Richmond. But I think there’s an extra sense of accomplishment when you tough it out, whether it’s in the rain, the cold, the heat, whatever, but anything less than “ideal” conditions, always makes me a lil more proud of lacing up and getting out there.
As I near my second marathon, only two weeks away now, I’m getting excited, and a little anxious. I feel much more prepared this time around, even though my first marathon went perfectly. My mileage has been incredible, I feel like my endurance is through the roof. I’ve also managed to drop 20lbs since my first marathon in March, which will only help. Now I just have to hope that the weather cooperates. This will be the first race that I’ve traveled for, and even though it’s only three hours away, there’s still a bit of apprehension about not running locally, being able to sleep in my own bed, eat my own food, etc. I’m sure everything will be fine, but I have to worry about something, right?