In just 12 weeks, I will be doing another marathon.
Let me rephrase that. I will be RUNNING another marathon. Fingers crossed.
The whole thing with Team in Training is, in the end, it really wasn't about the race. Yes, I spent the majority of my time running, either during the week or with the group for our Saturday long runs.
But really, it was about raising money. And awareness. Whether or not I ran a sub-5:00 marathon wouldn't really matter to anyone but me. In the grand scheme of things, who cares? The amazing thing is I was part of something bigger. I contributed to possibly saving someone's life by raising the money. I would say that's a tad more important than any personal physical achievement.
That being said, I still do not feel like a marathoner. In theory I am. I did complete 26.2 miles, more than many people run in an entire year.
I didn't run it like I know I can, though - that is, if I don't feel like someone's knifing me in the side the entire way.
Unfinished business, you might say.
I hear great things about the Carlsbad race in January. I put the word out to my girls. Maria was lukewarm at best. Torrey, however, might need a 12-step program as she has partaken of the so-called marathon crack pipe. She's addicted.
I think it must be because she didn't run the Hills of Hell at Nike. Word is Carlsbad not only has hills, but headwind.