I was on such a blogging roll, and then I fell off the wagon. Or the blog wave. Or whatever. I've been running here and there, my weekly mileage topping off at about 15-16 miles, which I'm actually happy with. I ran a 6 miler on Saturday and I was so hot and uncomfortable. I actually stopped in my gym to refill my water bottle and throw some cold water on myself.
I started the above blog post about ten days ago, and that's where I ended. Funny enough, I ran 7 miles on Sunday and it pretty much went/ended the same way. Grapefruit flavored Enduralyte water never tasted so good.
I know most of my friends who are running NYCM are in their 2nd or 3rd week of training. (I think) I have no idea what "week" I am in for Philly training. I have no idea what my plan is, I have no idea what my goal is. And the reason is simple, I just don't care. I've realized the past few days that I don't care about my training this cycle. Things in my life are hectic and everything is up in the air. Frankly, running the marathon isn't my top priority. (I wish I would have realized this 3 months ago before I registered for the darn thing) Don't get me wrong, I feel lucky and fortunate that I can run and that I'm healthy enough to run. But the stress of training for months and months to try and PR? No thanks. I can't deal with that right now.
This realization is kind of nice, and freeing. Of course, just because I'm registered for the race doesn't mean I even have to train for it. I could DNS. I don't really like the thought of that though. Summer running isn't enjoyable, but it still helps give me a tiny bit of sanity that I so desperately need.
So onward to summer training, or something like it!