Thank you guys SO MUCH for playing along this week and sharing all your mantras, favorite sock colors, genie wishes, dream fuel flavors, and embarrassing stories. It was a great distraction and I loved getting to share some of my most favorite products with you.
And actually having stuff to talk about for 5 days.
The winner of the Oiselle Rogas & tee is…
Quick rundown on the deals still going on for the unluckies that didn’t win :
- Believe I Am – Free Shipping on all orders (not just the journal). Code “SARAHOUAL”
- Pro Compression – Active Gear Up Sale (up to 50% off)
- Oiselle – 15% off any pair of Rogas (expires race day 12/2). Code “ROGAREV”
- (non5DoT) Compex – 20% off any unit (expires 12/3). Code “TU20”
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Ok, down to business. CIM weekend is FINALLY here.
22 weeks ago (that’s JULY, people) I started a loose-but-structured regime of base-building.
16 weeks ago (Aug 12) I did my first REAL workout of the training cycle.
10 weeks + 3 days ago I ran a hill workout that left me sore but happy, confident, and excited with how training was going.
10 weeks ago I had my best LR (long run) to date – 21 miles with a fast finish – followed by a new-to-me lower leg pain I chalked up to a result of “hard effort” and “kicking ass”.
9 weeks ago I went to the track for the last time. I ran two laps.
7 weeks ago I implemented “Zero Week” in a desperate effort to clear the lingering pain. (diagnosis : anterior tibialis strain)
The weeks following have been a roller coaster of “I’m back!” and “fuck IT’S back”. Aside from Long Beach and Ragnar, I haven’t run consecutive double-digit miles since that 21 miler on September 29th. I’ve cut short or completely bagged more runs than not, and I had my first DNF at a race last weekend. I’m 5 lbs heavier than usual and they’re calling for a “Supersoaker” storm with flash floods and extremely high winds in Sacramento this weekend.
ahhhh 2011 LA Marathon. I still have nightmares…
To say I’m going in a little lacking in confidence is an understatement.
most all of my goals. Those lofty finish times I dreamt of at the beginning of training and slowly climbed higher and higher as the weeks went on, have finally just been eliminated altogether. Yes it was hard to let go of those dreams (for now), but I knew trying to run a race I wasn’t ready for would end badlly physically and mentally.
Do I still want to BQ? Obviously yes. Do I think – with the help of prime conditions and magical race fairies – I could still pull one out of my butt? Maybe. Does that arbitrary number mean as much as it did before? No.
(Not up for debate how related my sudden lack of attraction to a 3:35 is to my actual aptitude for attaining it)
Is my leg healed? No. It’s clear there’s still a lingering problem, and the downhills of the rolling course at CIM are likely to irritate it. I’m prepared to run through pain and committing the time afterwards to fully healing. I’m also mentally preparing for a DNF if needed.
I’m going into this weekend, with all of its unknowns in regard to my ability and how much of a bitch Mother Nature wants to be, with one single goal.
TO RUN A RACE I’M PROUD OF.
Regardless of the time on the clock, what I wanted to run 16 weeks ago, or what I think I’m capable of. If I cross that finish line feeling like I gave every ounce of what I have that day, I’ll be happy.
And hopefully K can find somewhere warm and dry to wait for me.
And good luck to everyone else running this weekend – CIM, RnR Vegas, anywhere else? Where are you going to be running?