Well guys, it’s a big day here in “mostly just dreaming about running rather than actually running” land.
I finally handed over the cash for the Portland Marathon and am pretty darn excited. [Sidebar: Can we just all take a minute and acknowledge how expensive races are getting? I’m having mixed feelings about the ROI on this particular $140 investment. Also, don’t get me started on their website, or their registration form. It made my web-working head want to explode a little bit, and I swear a part of me died every time I had to resubmit said lengthy form due to internal errors. ANYWAYS. Moving on.]
Is that the right word? Am I excited?*
It’s a very loaded excitement, bound in all the baggage from my last marathon, simultaneously carrying probably too much hope that the process will be dramatically better than it was before. There’s still an abiding sense that I don’t know how to do this.
An amazing amount of things have been done by people who didn’t know how. Don’t let that stop you. The danger is more in doing nothing than in not “knowing how.”
So I’m doing it, and this time, I’ve got what feels like a pretty solid strength training routine. I’m committed to pool work outs and time in the bike saddle for my first triathlon, and I also have physical therapists on speed dial (Thanks so much to my sister and the great crew at Acceleration PT for years and years of moral and biomechanical support ) a best friend for a training buddy, and the experience of having done it once before. That’s got to count for something? Right?
Let’s do this thing.
Motivation courtesy of The Features: