I am 75% way through my marathon training and realized I haven't really blogged about it. Which means it hasn't actually happened.
I'm running the Richmond Marathon (and stalking Young House Love) on November 12. It will be my sixth marathon--and the fourth one that I'll have run just for "fun." I've run two "seriously"--meaning I tried and failed to qualify for Boston. (But not by much!) As with the Marine Corps Marathon two years ago, my goal isn't to do anything fast or awesome, it's just to come in around 4 hours.
I ran 18 miles Saturday and it was MISERABLE. And most of you are saying, of course it was miserable, YOU RAN 18 MILES. But, I'll have you know the weekend before I ran 17 miles and it was GLORIOUS. I could have kept on going. It's so crazy how the slightest changes in the weather and your body can affect a run so much. I'm running just under 10 minute miles for my long runs (a far cry from the 8:23s I ran at the Pittsburgh Marathon) but still much faster than the 12 minute miles I run pushing 100 pounds of little boy and stroller around our neighborhood. HEAVY.
And here's moi after 17 miles. Obviously I put my hand on my hip because I still have 10 pounds to lose and Vic says it makes one look skinnier. And I concur.