After yesterdays long slow run (which went great BTW), we were sitting here chatting when I suddenly realized that from this point forward other than the taper week right before my winter 1/2 marathon I would be running either very close to or more than a 1/2 marathon every weekend until I actually run the 50km in June.
I started laughing hysterically...not in a good way , not in a bad way...kinda like Cesar did in the original Batman series.
It was that moment of, holy shit...here's where it's going to get tough. Here's where I either break or persevere. Here's where I either grab the salad I made for dinner or a bottle of wine. I chose to skip the latter. I haven't really told anyone what my plans are for this year and I think I'm going to have to soon. The anxiety of keeping this awesomeness inside me is starting to cause creepy, really wrong dreams...plus I think If i just told people I'm running the 50km then I would know what the reaction would be rather than assuming what it would be.
This is where the training gets hard, this is where the training gets serious. This is where everything I've been working for since the day after WFPS comes into play.
Am i scared? a little. Am i terrified? No...just a little worried knowing that I'm going to be running most of this on my own. cool. I can do this. Scratch that. I will do this.
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