Today was the last 22 miler of marathon training. It was was awful weather. Beyond awful really. Freezing cold, rainy, and extremely windy. The worst. I was out there for a total of 3 hours and 40 minutes. For the first hour and a half, we didn’t really encounter a single sole on the road. That’s when it dawned on me. There is probably a reason no one else is out. They aren’t crazy.
Why was I? 22 miles gives you a lot of reflection time. My mind wandered to my favorite book – The Great Gatsby – and the awesome quote above. We keep going out there, logging the miles in the pouring rain, to keep chasing the dream. As Fitzgerald said, “to run faster, stretch our arms father…” That’s why I signed up for the marathon, after all. After several half marathons, it was time to “stretch farther.”
And so, I ended up running 22 miles in a trash bag. What else do you wear in a downpour? Who pays money for jackets?! The strange part is, I’ve run so many times in the pouring rain this training cycle, that it really didn’t bother me a ton while I was out there. Then, I came home. Do you think it is possible for your soul to be tired? My body seemed to be functioning, but I got really weird and emotional. I guess you just go into survival mode out there in the storm. Then, you don’t really have anything left. And you cry for no reason and weird everyone out.
Thank goodness for the taper coming up. Otherwise, I might be barrel rolling to the finish line. (That might not work on the big hill on the course…)
Maybe race day will be like this picture? If not, I don’t know if I can survive another training cycle. But really, you know I will be on to the next big thing before I know it.
Does your soul ever get tired?