Last February I was fitting a customer for new running shoes and we started chatting about training for the Boston Marathon during the ungodly winter. When I mentioned to her that I officially started training on December 1st she chirped back, “My friend runs it every year and she only trains for 8-10 weeks.
Do you ever get on the 90 and want to keep driving all the way to Seattle? I do. Lately I think about that a lot. To leave this mess of a life behind and just start fresh, start over in a place where nobody knows my name, my story and my pain. But
The couple of weeks before every big race I get extremely nervous as waves of self doubt begin to rush in. Have I logged enough miles? Have I done enough speed work? What if I can’t run my goal time? What if I blow up? What if, what if, what if… But not this