The week, in running:
Monday: 5.1 miles, easy (+stroller)
Wednesday: 6 miles, easy (+stroller)
Thursday: 12 miles, long run (+stroller for 4 miles)
Friday: 4 miles, negative splits
Sunday: 4.27 miles, hilly (+stroller)
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I'm feeling cranky pants today.
I slept for crap this weekend; my legs are still insanely sore from Saturday's BODYPUMP class; I threw a big pity party last night that I never get to go out to the movies; my hands smell like onions from prepping dinner this morning; and I discovered I left my wallet at work during a lunch-time shopping trip to Target but only after I decided to be irresponsible and put two new outfits on the credit card.
And, I discovered that cookies have calories. Seriously the world is not with me lately. I might as well go hide in a cave and wait for spring.
Of course, that doesn't make for good blogging - and neither does this mood. However, with Columbus just 13 days out and the "Train Like a Mother" plan in the thick of tapering, I thought it would be a good idea to bring you into the darkness while I set some goals for the marathon.
Goal No. 1: Don't die. Fairly self-explanatory but my main objective is to get over the line healthy and preferably happy without pooping my pants.
Goal No. 2: Same as the first but with the addition of a time element. I'll be satisfied if I can do this thing in less than 4 hours, 30 minutes. It seems like a fairly conservative goal - it's a 10:18 pace, and I've been running long runs about 30 seconds faster - but I feel like I've had a long taper (drawback to TLAM) and don't want to put unreasonable expectations on myself.
Goal No. 3: If I did want to put unreasonable expectations on myself, I'd shoot for the 4:03:48 McMillan says I can do with my recent Fort4Fitness time but again long taper and I'm a cranky pants. I think a challenging yet reasonable time will be 4:15 - a 9:44 pace.
Of course, a 4:14:53 would best P. Diddy's time by a second and therefore earn me all of his fame and fortune. Obviously.
Then I wouldn't have to worry about leaving my wallet at home and not splurging on two Target outfits. I'd probably still be cranky but at least I'd have some rockin' duds and a killer marathon time.