|Rest day agenda|
|Saturday. Final run done. Initiate rest mode.|
~ 3 uninterrupted hours to myself and thus a relatively stress free long run.
~ A hassle-free camp drop-off. Or, if not, no long run lingering while I dealt.
~ Wide open schedule for Monday w/ plenty of time to rest.
~ Good practice to run on tired (very tired) legs
~ I was still tired from the past week of training.
~ I was not really in the mindset to run 21 miles.
~ I just ate ice cream. And lots of other things that were not easy to digest.
~ It was still really hot out.
Go or don't go. What to do? Finally, I decided I would just give it a shot. I told myself that I would drive to the bike path and shuffle through a couple miles. I would just see how my legs responded for a bit but still give myself the out if I wasn't feeling it. Somewhere in the back of my head the decision to get it done was made. I pretended to debate but the bottom line was this: I was going to bang out this 21 miler. At 4:00. On Sunday. Which was also my rest day. As I laced up I couldn't help but feel like I was borderline nuts. But all things considered, I knew it was the right call. And despite my lack of motivation, I also knew I would be really happy that I'd gotten it done come Monday morning. So, off I went. As predicted, I got past the three mile mark and just kept going. It took me two hours and fifty eight minutes. It was getting dark as I finished. And I was toast. But I was done. We do weird things sometimes. But sometimes the weird things are the most logical at that particular moment. I suppose, when you really think about it, marathon training is anything but logical. And, thankfully, there will always be time to rest. At some point.
Listen to this:
Peach - The Broods