It’s been over a month since my last update here…
My running hasn’t been great, but it hasn’t been bad either. I’ve been running about three days a week, usually about 3 miles at a time. It’s basically been a succession of 11-mile weeks. This approach has made sense because I just need to get strong.
About two weeks ago, though, I decided to ramp it up a bit. I want to start building miles and becoming a stronger runner. (I need to do that. “Want” makes it seem like a choice. It isn’t a choice.)
Two weeks ago, I did five miles. That was my longest run in a while.
Last week I did six.
Today is NYC Marathon Day.
I am actually sad about this, today being the day when, if all was normal in the world, they’d be running the New York City Marathon. They are not running the race, of course, and even though I would not be running the race this year because I couldn’t ramp up to the high miles quickly enough, I am still sad that the race isn’t happening.
On the Sundays that I don’t run the marathon (The Marathon, it deserves to be capitalized), I watch it on TV, all day long, and I run along with the elite men (them on the course, me on my treadmill). In the days before the race, I also always visit the Expo at the Jacob Javitz Convention Center in Manhattan. I love to bask in the glory of everything that is the New York City Marathon.
I miss it all.
I am really sad about this today. My heart is empty. It may seem to some to be a silly thing to be sad over, but feeling are feelings and those are my feelings.
Since it was Marathon Day, I decided to push it a bit and I ran seven miles on my treadmill, my longest run since August. I feel great.
I wasn’t fast (73:52), but it was a strong run. I’m building up strength. It’s one day at a time.
The Marathon is now just 366 days away. I really cannot wait for it. I miss it all.
Happy Marathon Day to all.