Welcome to my recap of Week 7. This week was my roughest so far. ( I know you probably are saying out loud, "Of course it was your most difficult, and until the peak of training at week 15, each week is going to get worse." If you aren't saying that, then you probably haven't yet memorized a marathon training schedule, which means you still have your sanity... Congrats!) I did a 10 mile race, Frosty's Frozen, on Saturday (the long run for week 6.) I think during that run, I realized that I had committed to a marathon. The mile race started with asking myself what on Earth I was doing, but shortly into the run, I was enjoying myself. For some reason, it seemed easier than the 10K I did in December. I'm not sure if I was more prepared mentally and physically, had a better playlist, or the weather was just more pleasant. Either way, the race was enjoyable and I finished at a 10 minute, 2 second per mile pace, better than I expected. ( However, 2 seconds away from 10 minutes per mile, really?! I blame it on the slow start at the beginning of the race before we all got out of the "pack.") During this race, I realized that running a marathon was really possible...and that was a terrific feeling, but that was week 6, which quickly became week 7.
The beginning of week 7 was okay other than the snow causing me to take my training indoors. Then came my long run of week 7. That run occurred yesterday. This was a 12 miles run, and one of the horror runs I have read about. I even took my training to the next level by carrying water and GU (a gross energy gel to be taken every 45 minutes during long runs.) Up until now, I didn't carry water with me, unless I happened to be running with the stroller (which I stopped around 6 miles max because Skylar can't last longer than that.) So, on with the story of the 12 mile run. My entire body felt like it was made of lead, the wind was freezing, despite the fact that it had been forecasted to be a pleasant day. In addition, I could not find a decent song to run to. I have noticed that the music I listen to is THE major factor in my running. It isn't how much E&E (Energy and Endurance formula) or Cytomax I take, how well hydrated I am beforehand, or even what I have for my pre-run snack, it seems to solely be my music choice that plays into my mental attitude. I even tested this theory yesterday by dealing with the Ipod on shuffle mode, seeming to think I was at the beach drinking pina coladas instead of running. I mentally encouraged myself, said all of the things that usually help me stay motivated, and none of it worked. Well, I made it to the end of the 12 miles somehow (and yes, I did run up and down the driveway 4 times to finish the last .05 of a mile), and realized that a marathon is 14.2 miles further than what I had just run. Why did I think I could run a marathon?

To further add to my dismay is the fact that although I didn't have my typical post-long-run headache and general disdain for being alive, a few hours after my run, I developed what feels like a bruised foot. My left foot feels like it's bruised every time I walk. Having two kids, I don't really have the option of just sitting around to rest and recover. Where did this idea of running a marathon come from and why did I think I could do it?
I have now bought all of the "stuff" real runners buy, and have already read two and a half books and endless articles about training for and running a marathon. I feel like I have committed enough without even actually finding the one I want to sign up for. Yet, I had a major realization that I have never been a runner, no one in my family has been a runner, and this is really just crazy. Why did I think I could run a marathon?
So now I have a mental argument going on with myself. The logical side keeps telling me that this is hard on my body, and a 1/2 marathon is probably sufficient to prove to myself that I could be a runner. The goal-setting and optimistic side of me says that my mental and physical struggle yesterday, and this mental argument right now, is something I have read about and should have known to expect.
One encouraging thought is that I have now realized that I need to find a marathon that allows headphones, or it isn't likely to happen. Interestingly enough, I came across an article this week about a woman who was competing in a 1/2 Ironman and, at the end of her training, realized that headphones were not allowed. She found a way to prepare and power through with inspirational words from family and friends, but this was not her first competitive race of any kind, and therefore, she is already on a different level than me. I must have music, let that be known.
In the books I've read so far, most people run marathons for a cause- to raise awareness or funds for charity, or at least as a challenge with a group or partner. I have neither of these, which has positives and negatives. On the positive side,I can run on my schedule, for both training and racing. I don't feel obligated to do this because people are contributing money. I don't have to go at anyone's pace but my own. On the negative side, I don't have anyone waiting on me for a scheduled run, and I don't have a dedicated cause to keep me going on tough runs. Luckily, I'm pretty self-motivated and the only skipping of runs I have done is to either do it inside, or switched around days, so I think for me, the positives of this solo time outweigh the negatives.
So, after all of my rambling, here is my takeaway for today- take baby steps. I am going to continue to commit to this marathon. So much so, that I will even actually register for one. However, I will focus on the baby steps. I have learned that if I am dragging, I can commit to running until the end of a song, or until the next mailbox, or whatever the mini goal might be for that moment. This ultimately may mean a short walking break here and there, but overall, it helps me finish my run (usually faster than expected.) For the long-term, taking baby steps means that I need to focus on one run at a time, or at most, one week at a time. So, today, I will celebrate the fact that I ran 12 miles yesterday- 12 miles! Then, tomorrow, I will continue with my training and mentally recount the moments I have enjoyed so far, while putting the struggles in the back of my mind for when they will only become helpful in pushing me forward.
And if all else fails, there's always reason my #2 to run a marathon...smaller pants.