Less than six week remain until race day. I no longer have to scroll down on my google calender from the week I am in to see “BOSTON-26.2 @mp pace” highlighted. It sits right there staring at me. If you had asked me a few weeks ago, I am not sure that I would have said that I would be ready. It wasn’t for lack of preparation. I had starting base building in November and training in December. It wasn’t even that I wasn’t running well, because by the numbers most times I was. Yet I still felt doubt and like I was detached from my running.
Then one day I was running home from work on the West Side Highway and I knew that I was going to race race Boston. Nothing unusual had happened, it was just an easy run, yet I felt excited and alive. I may have a decent grasp on the technical side of running, but this I have no explanation for. The last time I felt that way was during the San Francisco Marathon. It may sound ridiculous but it was as if my body and spirit were working together in unison.
Since then running has felt more joyful on the whole. However, one amazing run on the first 22 miles of the Boston Course stands out in my mind. The last time I wrote I mentioned I wanted to run on something that mimics the Boston Course more closely since I have a history of blowing up in downhill races. Nothing can come closer than running the course itself and I actually really surprised myself by loving the course. It may be net downhill but it is rolling from the start, which makes one use different muscles. I started out slowly and did 9 miles at the end at marathon goal pace ending up with a 8:03 average for the 22 miles and my fastest long run ever. Interesting to note it was also the best I have ever felt after a long run. I was not sore or tired at all. I am sure it will be more taxing on the legs to start out fast and I plan to head out to practice on the course one more time.