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| A glorious day outside for morning bike ride to work |
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| but I was stuck indoors all afternoon, trying to make sense of it all |
Day 310
No Wednesday recovery run or swim, just a cycle ride into town to do an interview. And back again.
Ordinary life really gets in the way of serious marathon training. Or, at least, it does for me. Other people, I notice seem to be able to work, eat, sleep, socialise and train without cocking it up. Last night a review deadline had me at my laptop until gone midnight, then I had to rise betimes to finally check it and prepare for today's interview. And the consequence is befuddlement and unreasonable hunger. Yet, my friend Ted, who organises all of our training runs, owns a successful architecture firm, has a family to provide for and far more deadlines than I, plans to run 3:17 on 26 April and will run seven miles this evening, eight at marathon pace tomorrow, the same cross country championships as I am fretting about on Sat, (and the men's race is 10K compared to our 8km), followed by 20 miles on Sunday. If I cannot do the requisite weekly mileage and live my life my 3:45 hope will become an impossible dream. With the Monster Month of March looming just 10 days away, when mileage needs to climb to 50 or 60 miles per week, the seriousness of this training year has to peak. The question is, am I woman enough to face dow all the other demands on my time, too?
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