A and I are toying with running a marathon but we haven’t pulled
the trigger yet. By that I mean we haven’t
plunked down our money on the insanely exorbitant entry fee. (Our last marathon was almost ten years ago. When did the prices get so out of control?!)
We both agreed that it would only be worth committing to four
months of training as long as we came in under a specific time goal. Based on the half we ran last January we
have a shot at it, but obviously there’s a big
difference between a half and a whole – thirteen point one miles, to be exact.
We’ve been slowly increasing our mileage as the weeks
progress. This Saturday we ran eleven
miles, and it was hard. Our pace was slower than our half and barely under what we would need to run the full marathon at, and that doesn’t
include when we paused the clock for water stops and traffic lights. I found it very discouraging and made me
wonder if I’m truly capable of reaching the goal we set for ourselves.
A is a lot more confident a runner than me. His challenge is that, because we run
together, he’ll probably have to mentally carry us both. Even though registration opened three weeks
ago, we still haven’t come to a firm decision.
I’ve informally decided that the first fee hike is a soft deadline for
us to shit or get off the pot. The Early
Bird rate ends in ten days, and my bowels feel mighty empty.
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