One month from today I need to run a half marathon.
If my life had a narrator, the voice-over would come in here and gravely state something about “letting the weight of that fact sink in as he sat starring blankly at the calendar, knowing in his heart that while reaching that summit was not a insurmountable task, the climb there would be long and full of pain.”
I was thinking about my last half marathon. In July, after attending a family funeral, fueling on egg salad sandwhiches, coping with a heat wave and frankly not putting a high priority on a successful run because of any of those factors, I ran one of my worst races. Big deal. Bigger things to worry about, and the world continues to turn round and round.
Then I was thinking about a very different half marathon. A couple years ago I ran a greuling race through the river valley, up and down a couple major hills, and dealing with a slightly chilly ambient April morning temperature. And that was my PB. The difference was not much in those few days prior to the race — I mean, maybe I was in a better emotional state — but also that I did a weird little training regimen: I ran for twenty-one days in a row.
Three weeks. Four klicks per day minimum. Rain, shine, snow, or lacking in appropriately available time. I just got it done.
Which, of course brings me to today: One month from today I need to run a half marathon.
And I keep sitting here thinking about the fact that I need some nudge to get me back into my old habits, regular training, a solid building towards some goal.
So Goal 2018.1 … Run 25 consecutive days, minimum 4km per day, starting today. 100km minimum before my race (with a few days to rest!) and some longer runs tossed in there for good measure. Go.