A month ago, I sat here not really knowing where I was headed with my running. In my mind, I had a list of goals for the fall, a list of different 5K to half-marathon races that I wanted to select from, a marathon in mind, some time goals, a job and a family. In my mind, I worried that my big goal – the marathon – would slip through my fingers during the summer as my family would somehow get in the way.
That fear was justified. On April 1st, you may recall, I created a monster – my husband, the newest runner in the family. After racing 5K on Good Friday, he decided that he wanted to run a marathon in the fall and qualify for Boston. I didn’t laugh; I held my breath – for a long, long time. In mid-June, he announced that he still wanted to run Hamilton, which meant I would have to pick an earlier race; I held my breath and bite my tongue. Last week, he finally made the decision that he would run a half-marathon in the fall and support me in my goal of running Hamilton’s Road2Hope; I let out a long, long sigh.
Now that my big goal is in place, I’ve selected a few key races to use to prep for Hamilton. My first is The Chocolate Race; last year, I finished 2nd overall in the 14K simultaneous run and hope to run positionally again this year. A week later, I’m running the Labour Day 10K at home – and I have a time goal for that one; speedwork and tempo runs should take me there. I am no longer running the half-marathon in Toronto at the end of September as my husband hates driving into the city; like my waterboys, I have to keep the driver happy so I changed locations to small-town St. Catherine’s for its half-marathon.
The tough part is to figure out where to fit in my long runs on race weeks. Right now, I foresee running 20 miles early in the morning after the Labour Day 10K, the morning of the first day of school; teachers never, ever sleep the night before school starts anyway so I may as well take advantage of that time.
So, now I have a definitive plan. I have focus. My training is mapped out for the next 102 days; I haven’t been this determined or dedicated with my running in a long, long time. Life is good.