¶ running, self-doubt Posted 21 years, 3 months ago on September 12, 2004
So I'm no so confident anymore that I'll be able to do this marathon.

I realized last week that I had originally miscounted the number of weeks I had to train. I thought I had 11 weeks, but I realized that I actually only had 9. So if I'm gonna keep doing this, I need to accelerate my training (again). So far, my mileage has been like this:

week  | sun   mon  tue  wed  thur  fri  sat
  1   |  x     5    4    7     x    x    12.5
  2   |  x     2.5  2.5  7.5   5    x    x
  3   |  10    x    3    2.5   x    x    x
  4   |  15    x    4    3     x    x    x
  5   |  16

I didn't do a midweek run on week 3 cause I pulled a muscle on wednesday. Last week, I got a little weirded out cause my foot started feeling the same way it did after it got run over by that van¹, so I didn't do the midweek run. According to my accelerated schedule, today was supposed to be an 18-mile run, but I only completed 16 miles =/ Shortly into the 17th mile, my legs raised a revolt and refused to continue. I had a short conversation with them that went like this:

me:	Hyah, mule! Hyah!!
my legs:	Hell no, bitch! We ain't running no more!
me:	Hyah, mule! Hyah!! Faster!!
my legs:	screw you.
me:	I, your brain, command you. Continue!!
my legs:	You wanna be a paraplegic?
me:	That'll do, pig. That'll do.

Fortunately, I was only about a mile from my dorm when my legs quit on me, so I started walking back. Unfortunately, I didn't make it all the way back. At 77 Mass Ave, my legs refused to even walk, so I ended up rolling around on the grass for 15 minutes waiting for them to revive. I briefly entertained the idea of crawling to the student center on my hands and knees to buy some ice cream, until I realized I had no money. damn.

One frustrating thing is that I'm not even running fast. I've been averaging slightly more than 10 minutes per mile, which is pretty damn slow, imo. The real frustrating thing is that if I did actually have 11 weeks to prepare, then I'd still be on track, as today would only have been a 16 mile run.

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¹ Two years ago, I was riding my skateboard one night when a Brown facilities & maintenance van hit me and ran over my foot. Luckily, no bones were broken, and the official diagnosis was "tissue crushage". The next few months, my foot just felt... crushed. The feeling went away after about six months had passed.

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