So, I just looked at the calendar. Today is September 6 - exactly one full month away from October 6 - which just so happens to be the day I am running the marathon.
My did time fly this summer. I've been a slacker too. 5 months ago, I sat down and carefully charted out a schedule of runs. My schedule had 3-4 "short" runs per week, with a long run on the weekend. I carefully stepped up each week as not to go over 10% distance from the week before. I also planned to increase for 2 weeks, and then drop back for 1 (kind of a 2 steps forward, 1 step back approach). My goals were to slowly build on the mileage and to avoid injury. I spent hours on this chart, and for the first month of training I followed it like it was gospel.
And then I promptly forgot it.
Since then, I've been great about my short runs. In fact, I'm averaging about 20 miles per week of running. My body is in shape - I have lost weight and I'm looking so much better. But the longest I've run is 13 miles.
I have run 13 miles several times, and can comfortably run that distance with no pain and no soreness the following day. If I was running a half marathon, I'd be set. Problem is, I'm running 26.2 miles, which by the way, is a hell of a long way. Drive it in your car if you don't believe me. Try just walking it. I guarantee that the average person would have a difficult time even walking 26.2 miles - let alone running that far. In the mountains. In the heat.
I'm going to die - or embarrass myself. Or both. What was I thinking?
I'm just telling myself that there is no shame in walking. I'll just do what I can. This weekend I'll run 15, and then next weekend I'll do a 20. After that, my last 2 weeks are taper, so running will be easy those last 2 weeks. But hey: if I do finish it, I'll be a marathoner. How cool would that be.