“To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.” – Og Mandini
This week hasn’t quite played out the way I drew it up. For some reason, I am wiped out. It’s understandable for a little midweek funk after a late night working, but it’s lingering to the end.
The good part is that today is a scheduled rest day, and tomorrow brings a real drop in mileage.
My training schedule calls for 12 miles, with half of them at marathon pace, on Saturday, and a marked decrease in mileage. Only Tuesday will resemble a normal training day – with 1,000-meter intervals on the track.
I’m going to take the weekend to rest up, pack a bag for Grandma’s Marathon and hang out with Riley. That should be a good low-key beginning to marathon week.
In addition, it’s looking like I’ll be heading to Ashland,Â Wis., this fall for the Whistle Stop Marathon. I’ve heard terrific remarks about the event – Oct. 9 this year – in the heart of the fall foliage colors. And while I’ve got most of the big races on my list to do, recently I’ve had an urge to run some smaller races in places I haven’t been before. And I still haven’t ruled out a mid-summer marathon yet. It’s a lot to figure out, frankly, as I’m still considering marathons in Tucson (in December), Florida (in January) and Arizona (in February). I won’t do all of them, but I’m trying to figure out a combination that will be fun and won’t break the bank.