This month has flown by as I madly juggle all of the balls I have in the air. Some days I predict things will completely fall on my head, but most of the time I manage to pull things out. As we approach the first of the fall ZOOMA races, I’m only mildly in panic mode. But it’s the last Friday of the month and time to join my buddy Marcia in the runfessional.
I have to runfess that this is the worst training season I’ve ever had for a marathon. I just can’t find my ability to care. At least in the past, I’ve at least been trying. Maybe because it’s my fifth MCM, which means I get into Runners Club when I finish. I think I might be suffering from a case of senioritis.
I must also runfess that I’ve totally given up on a training plan. I’m just going to try and run longer each week than I did the week before. (Folks, do not try this at home. Only the truly stupid train in this manner.) And yet, at the same time, I must runfess that I’m still planning to run the 24 hour race
I must runfess that I’m pretty psyched for post MCM running. One of my bosses just suggested that we plan a working weekend (none of our staff live in the same area) around me finding a race to run in Nashville or Atlanta. I mean, I know people find races when they are on work trips, but to actually have my boss tell me to find a race and then we’ll plan the meeting is pretty awesome! Now to find a race…
I must also runfess that I’m the runner’s version of the shoemaker’s children having no shoes. I’m working 5 races this fall. But I currently have no plans to run at any of them. In fact, I’m trying to figure out how to squeeze in a few training runs when I’m going to be on my feet for hours each day. Maybe I’ll just call all of that “time on my feet” ultra training.
My kids go back to school soon and dark beers are in the stores, so that has to mean cooler weather and found motivation is in my future, right?