Full Force
Friday gave me 7 miles running and an hour of heavy weight lifting. I felt godlike.
Saturday was another 5 miles, including a mile of near-vertical on an elliptical. Man, that thing really hurt my ass.
Monday, I ran 11 miles, and mixed in another hour of heavy weight lifting. I’m back to godlike, after skipping sunday to recover my poor assmuscles. (*shakes fist at elliptical machine*).
I’m training harder than I have over the last 14 or 15 weeks or whatever how long I’ve been training for this marathon. I keep squeezing bits more out of the program, wherever I can find them. Part of it comes from not being able to get out on the trails in the morning (it’s just too damned dark when I have time to run), and when I’m at the gym, I feel obligated to put even more into the mix.
Another part comes from all those giant screen TVs showing Schilling and his bloody red sock. I am being motivated to continue when I’m tired by watching this guy keep pitching, even though he’s falling apart at the seams. This isn’t my typical motivation. In fact, in other lights, what he’s doing might be forever damaging and yadda yadda. But, it appears that this guy is going to be part of a success story that dwarfs my grandfather’s memory, my father’s memory, mine. Living in the heart of underdog sports stories (mind you, I don’t like sports much), I’m getting the same infection that’s keeping everyone chattering around the office lately.
I now know, for the first time since I started training, that I will finish my race. I’m 100% sure (barring insane injuries). What comes now is a question of how strongly I’ll finish.
But man, I’ve got it. I’m motivated. I’m powered. I’m kicking ass.
(Oh, but I gained the 4 pounds back that I lost a while ago. Damned nutrition).
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Comments
I know what you mean about finishing the marathon. My awareness came in the midst of a truly sucky 30K race. Some people never get that feeling. You know what though? Once you’ve got it, it seems to be true. You will finish. Now you just have to decide how much ass you want to kick along the way.
Man, you are kickin’ ass! And damn those 4 pounds! Almost everyone I know (including myself) who has trained for a marathon has either gained weight or remained the same. I guess marathon training just isn’t conducive to weight loss and I guess it makes sense when you think about it. You wouldn’t want to be short-changing yourself in the nutrition department during a time like this.
Anyway, great job with the training! Keep it going!