Published May 31st, 2009
I must apologize — it appears this blog is turning into simply an account of my race reports. I’ve had lots of ideas for posts, but no motivation to actually write them. Mea culpa.
However, this coming week I have no excuse. You see, I really should NOT be running for the next five days (at least not far). As you can see by my updated race list/countdown timer, I’ve got one Mother of a marathon month ahead of me: five, yes, FIVE freakin’ marathons in the next four weeks. Heaven help me!
As with most of my race plans, my “monster month” started innocently enough. Last August my darling and I jumped at the chance for half-price entry into the inaugural Seattle Rock ‘n Roll Marathon to be held June 27. Early this year I decided I’d like to try a “double,” which in Maniac-speak means running two marathons in two days. The Lake Youngs Ultra/Light at the End of the Tunnel Marathon looked appealing; although technically an ultra, Lake Youngs is a 9.6-mile loop run three times for a total of 28.8 miles (a “mini” ultra, if you will). I figured the Tunnel Marathon, which is an all-downhill race, wouldn’t be too terribly challenging the next day (although it was held in August last year, they moved it to June for 2009).
I then couldn’t pass up the Green River Marathon; after all, it’s free! I had run the half two years ago, but skipped it last year since it was the day before North Olympic, where I had hoped to BQ. When I mentioned my plan to another Maniac, he asked, “Why not do a double-double?” (Maniac-speak for doubles on back-to-back weekends). For some reason I decided that would be a good idea and once again signed us up for North Olympic (I had considered the San Juan Marathon, but not only is it quite hilly, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to catch the ferry in time after running Green River).
Once I committed myself my anxiety started to grow, especially with every ache and pain I felt. Will my body hold up? Will I forever destroy myself for running? Will people think I’m cool, or simply idiotic? Why do I care what people think? Is my long-standing need to be liked rearing its ugly head? Does my butt look big in these pants?
Wait — where was I?