I finally got back out this morning to do a road run. It had been almost a week since my last run. I've been sick, though not with the H1N1, thanks for asking. Just a cold, some sort of general malaise, a malady that certainly made me more prone to just grunt upon waking, rather than to jump out of bed and go for a jog, as is my wont. Well, not necessarily my wont, but certainly my want.
In point of fact, it's more my
need than my want. I've invested money and self-worth in entering the [Goofy's]
Race-and-a-Half Challenge for Walt Disney World's 2010 Marathon Weekend. I've
mentioned before the momentary lapse of reason wherein I signed up for this totally uncalled-for event. Still, there it is, and it's a goal, and I don't want to fail.
Not failing means being adequately prepared. I have to build up my stamina to be able to run 13.1 miles on Saturday, 9 January, and then to run/walk/stagger 26.2 miles on Sunday, 10 January. I'll probably take a sick day on Monday.
I've only got about 19 weeks to train, and I'm already behind, made worse by the pesky bug I spent the weekend nursing. A considerable investment of time is required to get into something resembling the shape I need to be in—my Saturdays in December will be almost entirely consumed with long runs (up to 20 miles a day). This gets into the time issue again; but I've committed to this goal, so it'll have to be given its due. Something else has to ramp down as running time ramps up. But what?