I just finished week nine of training for the Columbus Marathon. A day late, too, as we encountered some scheduling challenges this past weekend. The good news is that I finished nine weeks of training.
The not-so-awesome news is that I’ve got nine weeks of training left.
Nine Weeks to Go
The mileage is about to ramp up like whoa starting this week. I’m exhausted just thinking about it, and it’s not just because I ran 10 miles today.
To make matters more interesting, the local trail is closed in the middle. So much for an easy way to run 12 miles. To run my 10 miler today, I mapped out a route that took me clear around the city. While this is fine, any routes leading out of our neighborhood involve first running down a hill which means, of course, running back up a hill at the end of the route. I’m getting better at this specific challenge, but my hips are definitely feeling it at this point. Maybe I should hit the foam roller on a more regular basis.
My husband, who is running the Columbus Half Marathon, and I discussed this problem after his super hilly eight miler today. We’ve pondered driving north to some trails we’ve heard about—which is now a possibility as the boys return to school tomorrow. Between mapping out new routes in our area, maybe starting and stopping not in our driveway, and other driveable distance trails, we should be able to figure this out.
Whatever the case, I’m feeling kind of proud tonight, having finished nine weeks of marathon training. In the summer. In the heat and humidity. I haven’t passed out just yet. Here’s hoping the rest of August treats me well!