Alternate title: I need to get my shit together.
I've been feeling a little funk coming on for the last couple weeks. I'm halfway through my marathon training, stuck in that place where I feel like I've already run SO much, but still have a long way to go. The funk came for an extended visit this week. I ran a race Sunday, and until today, didn't run another mile. I have all sorts of excuses (I mean, perfectly valid reasons) -- the weather, work, husband out of town, pure exhaustion . . . the list goes on and on.
So today, a big 20 miles was staring at me from the schedule. Even though I was dreading it, I fully intended to run the whole thing. Jim came over at 7:30 to run and we were off. He's in a little funk too, and it was too easy for us to talk ourselves into cutting it short. We ended up doing nine miles. Not even double digits. And each of those nine felt like complete crap to me.
I'm trying not to make too much of this wimpy little run, and not to get panicked about the marathon. "Just get back on track" is my new mantra. I've got to figure out a way to keep this minor setback from becoming a complete trainwreck.