My running schedule was delayed a bit that second week, as my next run wasn't until the hottest Independence Day ever, then I hit the busy parcours the next day, and then nothing for three weeks.
The run-less streak finally ended last Friday, with my Crazy Eights routine. By that time, however, the damage was done. Here's last month's statistical rundown:
- Total Miles: 23 miles (5 runs)
- Total Time: 4.71 hours
- Highest Weekly: 7 miles
- Average Weekly: 5.75 miles
- Average Pace: 12:17/mile
- The Monthly Dif: -24 miles (47 miles in June)
The other day, I attempted to devise a quick-ramp-up plan to get into 20-miler shape, but then I lost the motivation Monday to get started. The run was delayed until last night. My body still hurt a bit from my intense workout over the weekend.
The three-mile barefoot run was enjoyable, but the thought of trying to turn around and run five miles today seemed like a recipe for injury.
The thought occurred to me that I'm not respecting the distance. I think I can just fake it and be able to run 26 miles in two months. Am I just fooling myself?
Instead of taking control of my running and making a decision about the marathon, I've instead acquiesced to the "whatever happens, happens" scenario. Like some John Irving character, I'm putting off a choice and instead doing nothing, hoping that it'll all sort out itself.
Yesterday, I read that the Akron Marathon only has 100 places left open for the full, and right now the budget says an entry fee is out of the question until later. I'm starting to accept how this will likely end.