Daily routines are part of the day. Life. Runs are part of the day. Life.
Life goes on, weather sucks or not.
I’d thought after running Budapest Maraton I’d calm my nerves because it’s all done. 13th marathon became the biggest fear I thought, and I’m done, move on.
I plan(ned) my 14th as a reward of me-time no matter how I hate the word me/time. Almost 40hours of limited talking out loud, the usual yearly getaway to inhale and exhale. Crazy idea on the first hand there is not much wise-ness to run back to back marathons in two weeks, but been there done that is my motto, so why not. If the first one goes well -time-wise it didn’t- I could take the second one as a gala. Had an option B: second one I go better. Than came option C: leg hurts, gala should be anyways only slower, wiser, survival mode. Because a week after there’s another race could be an excuse why Frankfurt went slow.
Haven’t happened though, there is 4 days to go. 4 crazy days with an ankle to heal a cold to go away a brain to shut down the thoughts of realization and acceptance. Wanna be and will be alone all that matters. Danes will be there and even though I rather be alone I’m also keen to meet up with the ladies we met in Nagoya the last time. And Berlin with some others. And this year Berlin half… ok, we’d met quite a few times, but still we need some ladies’ time along my alone time.
That is about socializing.
Otherwise, I’m constantly checking weather forecast, long sleeves or tank with concurent brand’s arm warmer? But it really doesn’t matter cause my ankle/calf/thewholeleft leg has an issue. Will I make it all the way? The masseur took me for granted today, he usually massage a time into my legs but today he simple said, I think you might be able to finish. WTF. I’d only once had an injury and it felt terrible for the week or so not running. Gosh, I still have 4 days to go. With my Berlin Half compagnion we had a long conversation on how dumb I was to go race in between two marathons even if I took it as a practice. It still was fast and curious – am I able to go on an even pace of 8x1300m under 4 minutes. I was, so what? Was it worth to jeopardize Frankfurt?
It will rain anyways and the gusts will probably kill my mind. Blow up my stress level. So much about 40 hours of destress captioned as me time.
Otherwise I keep eating and eating and feel like an elephant nowadays, but for some unordinary reason I can’t wait for the weekend of loneliness.
I chose to be weird and that is my road to. My calvary my happiness. Did it my ways. Do it my ways. Just do it anyways.