Or, let’s be honest here, I don’t want to TRAIN to run a marathon.
I love racing. And there’s something about a long race that fills me in a way that a 5k or 10k doesn’t.
But I don’t like long training runs.
After 10 miles, I’m over it. I don’t want to be by myself. I don’t want to be running with a friend. I just want to be done. I feel this way even when I have an amazing, feels good, kind of run.
I know that someday I will likely run a third marathon. I know that someday the timing will be right. I’ll be physically strong and mentally ready to survive the torture that is a 20 mile run. Because running a marathon after properly training is an absolutely amazing experience.
I’m not there now. I’m not ready to jump up to the long runs. My life and my body are still recovering from all the time committed to 13 half marathons in 79 days. I need to focus on rekindling my love of running by spending some time running because I want to, not because I have to.
So, things may be a little boring up in here for a while. I have Ragnar and two half marathons on the horizon, but that’s it. I’m taking a little break from the constant reaching for the next running goal.
I’m pretty sure my husband, my body, and my boss are all happy to hear that.