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It's looming over me like a big, ummm...... like something really big. The Portland Marathon! Yippee! Woohoo!! I'm so excited! See?
About as enthusiastic as when I have a dentist appointment. Sigh... You see, I didn't train. Again. My longest run was 15.5 miles. My longest week was, well, 15.5 miles.
To make myself feel better, let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?
"I finished and I didn't have to walk. ...all I really wanted to do was finish in under an hour. I was silently hoping for somewhere around 45 minutes. 39 minutes...isn't so bad... Yay!!!"
So, yeah. I was ecstatic to finish 3.1 miles in around 40 minutes. I should be thrilled that I can even attempt 26.2 miles off the couch now.
"...glasses and glasses of wine prior to a race does not suit me. Especially since I don't really drink anymore... After arriving about 45 minutes later than planned..."
I ended up with a PR and a 3rd place age group finish. Is there a lesson here? Perhaps I should go on a bender Saturday night and then roll into downtown at 6:55am?
"But I trained anyway. Sort of. My plan was to poll runners each Monday morning to see what their week looked like. I would pick...the shortest...and do that. Whatever, it worked. I finished."
Being undertrained is nothing new to me. I finished that one (although I was slightly better trained), and I'll finish this one too.
"I am an IRONMAN!"
I can do anything if I really want to.
"I went into this race knowing that I was unprepared...HUGE understatement. Thankfully, I was having too much fun to really notice."
Again, I am no stranger to being undertrained. And I still managed to have the time of my life. I shall do the same on Sunday.
"Cross through, get a medal, get a space blanket, get your chip off, and then pancakes. Yes, pancakes. They were awesome..."
So even if life sucks donkey tail on Sunday, I can reward myself with pancakes afterwards.