I just finished my last long run of my training before I run the streets of NYC is 7 days!! What does this mean exactly?
It means I have ZERO idea what it’ll be like to run 26.2 miles on race day. I don’t know what the weather will be like. I don’t know if I’ll be wearing my Fred’s Team tank or my Fred’s Team long sleeve. Or both. I don’t know if I’ll run, limp, walk or crawl across the finish line. And I definitely don’t know what my time will be.
What I DO know is this. I just trained for a MARATHON. Sure, race day is the whole point but I stuck through SIX months of training. I opted for a longer plan to build a solid base, so 26 weeks of my life for this one race. On today’s final long run, I was smiling. BIG. I am proud of myself. During the last six months of my training I have:
- Planned the logistics of our cross-country move. Including: researching and buying a new home, kids’ schools, moving trucks, storage, car transport, plane tickets, movers on both ends and on and on
- Packed every single thing we own
- Coordinated an out-of-state wedding, that my daughter and I were in. Planning a wedding is busy, coordinating every aspect of a wedding day while in it and while making sure my 5 year old daughter was ready was like a marathon in itself.
- Raised $3,650 and counting for Fred’s Team
- Made over 60 charity signs for Fred’s Team, in addition to my normal shop orders
- Moved cross country
- Painted almost every single room of our new home, along with removing wallpaper and covering faux finishing, refinished our staircase, lived without a functioning kitchen for 3 weeks, along with just subfloors on the first level. With kids.
- Learned a new city
- I was a single mother for 2 months while Brian finished work in California, during the summer with no school or childcare
- Got my kids settled into a new life and school
- Coached my daughter’s cheer/dance team
blah blah blah! Yes, I’m telling you all of this. Yes, I’m tooting my own horn. YES! TOOOOOT TOOOT! My life is pretty cake in general, I’m not about to complain, but all I’m saying is I’m going to be proud of myself. There were 20 mile treadmill runs, there were 10:00pm runs when the kids were asleep, there were speed workouts at the track with my kids chasing me on their scooters, there were Breaking Bad marathons, there were good runs and terrible runs, soooooo many runs.
One year ago today, I ran a 10k conservatively not wanting to get hurt for my first half marathon a week later. Today, I ran my final training run, carefully watching for dips and rocks on my path as I get ready to run the New York City Marathon in a week. I go from super excited to scared shitless by the minute. But now, there’s nothing more I can do. I’ve done what I can and as far as I’m concerned, I kicked ass.
I’ve cheered on the NYC Marathon multiple times. I know how exhilarating this is going to be. I could expend a marathon’s worth of energy just high fiving all the willing spectators in just a few miles. These people are 5 people deep and they aren’t quiet. Not to mention I get to run by the Fred’s Team Cheer Sections TWICE wearing a Fred’s Team shirt. I CANNOT WAIT. In 7 days I will run 26.2 miles through the BEST City on the planet with my best friend. Nothing can stop me.