Thus summarizes my general approach to life. Not quite sure why it works out this way, but I’m notorious for it. I’m in the process of applying this ass-backwards approach to my marathon training. Not going to share the details, since I know it’s a high-risk change I’m making and the vast majority of you would tell me to remove my head from my arse and stick with what I’ve been doing. And yes, you’d probably be right. Such is the result on those occasions when the two drunk monkeys rattling around in my head wake up and decide to take control of the reins.
Knocked out my 23-mile longest long-run Saturday morning, and was really pleased with the results. Average pace was 9:10 for the run, and stayed pretty consistent between 8:45 and 9:15 pace throughout. From a fitness standpoint I really felt good. Not saying I didn’t get tired, but I feel like I’m in much better shape a month out from M2 than I was a month out from M1. My knee felt pretty good throughout as well. However ….. much anger from the bottoms of my feet (my heels) from about mile 10 onwards. That seems to be the magic mile number at which point the Fasciitis monster wakes up and decides to make itself known. The foot woes are what prompted the change alluded to above. We’ll see if I can tame the beast in time for OBX.
As far as soreness goes, I fared MUCH better than I thought I would. I’m chalking that up to a combo of better overall fitness, and some quality ice-bath time. Got out and ran again this morning, and nothing had that post-race feeling I was expecting since I danced pretty close to the marathon-distance with this training run. I think I’ve got my hydration/fueling nailed down as well, although I froze my FuelBelt bottles before I ran, like I’ve done all summer, but the stiff wind and 48 degrees meant that my first bottle was still frozen when I tried to drink it, and the second bottle was more of an Accelerade slurpee. Lesson learned there as well. Only freeze 2 of the 4 bottles for race day.