I feel like my marathon training has snuck up on me. Nevermind that I ran 15 miles two weeks ago. (On the treadmill. Yes, I’m going to continue to talk about that.)
This weekend, I’ve got 16, then a “stepback” week of a half marathon, then it’s up to 18 miles. Already?
I admit that my 20 miler is peaking at a time that some would consider early when it comes to the marathon date, but I had to make it fit in my holiday travel schedule. I know myself and I know how things go and I know that if I tried to make it happen while home at my parents’ house, I wouldn’t get it in. Their treadmill would kill me and I think I would have to circle the town four times to get in 20 miles. Not that it wouldn’t be doable, but I just know how things work in my life.
So I’ll get in 20 miles 3 weeks before the marathon, and then I’ll be ready to go.
Again, my only time goals are to do better than last year and to be able to ride Expedition Everest in the middle of the marathon.
No, I’m probably not what you’re going to call a serious marathoner at this point. But I’m doing it for fun. If it’s not fun, it’s not worth my time.
For now, though, I just have to focus on getting through 16 miles on Saturday. 8 miles out, 8 back. Totally doable.