I haven’t been running much this week because I’m out of town for Katie and Steve’s wedding. I’ve been on my feet, but that’s not the same thing. I’m not doing a long run this weekend. And while a weekend of rest is never a bad thing, it makes me nervous.
Of course, when I setup my marathon training plan, I planned for this week off. I also padded my plan in case long runs went awry.
But I’m nervous. I think it’s because the race is getting closer. (I touched on this a bit on Monday, but wanted to discuss a bit more.) Next weekend, I have a 15 mile run, and the distances ramp up from there (following a modified Higdon plan). Prior to this, I’ve been focusing on other milestones. Vacations. Weddings. Other, shorter races. But now, the next big thing on my list seems to be the marathon.
Sure, I’ve got the Philly Half in there, but that seems like nothing, since it will be a stepback week between a 16 mile run and an 18 mile run.
16 miles. 18 miles. All distances I’ve never covered before.
I’m not sure if I’m going to be training alone or with others. It just sort of depends on schedules. And I like both. If I train with others, I have company. If I train alone, I can choose my own pace (and I can run from my house rather than driving to a central point). Perks to both.
I’m nervous. I know that I can do this if I put my mind to it. But it scares me.