...To stick to my marathon training plan. I have to. I've enlisted the help of my fiancee, Paul, to be the enforcer. Posted the schedule right there on the fridge, and even though he has no clue what a tempo run is, he still makes me go out and do it. So I'm two days in, and so far so good. Did my weight training today like a good girl. Is it just me, or would you rather run 20 miles into the wind than lift weights? I HATE lifting. Ugh.
Now that my half is over with, I'm starting to get bummed. Honestly, I half-assed my training, and tried to cram it all in three weeks before the event. Now I look back and realize that had I trained, I could have made some serious time. Damn... My boss told me I'd never beat his time (1:49), but I only missed it by 14 minutes. 14 minutes!!! A little extra dedication to my training schedule, and I wouldn't have beat his time - I would have smoked it!! There's a slight running competition between my boss and me. He's 14 years older than me, and keeps telling me that I will never be faster than him - even when he's 80. Oh - and that it's impossible to qualify for Boston at your first marathon. I think I'd like to prove him wrong.
So here's my vow to myself: I will stick to the plan. I will not question it. And I will qualify for Boston.