With one marathon down and one to go, my life hasn't really slowed down at all. Wake up, eat, run, eat, go to work, eat, work (with eating in there), eat some more, coach, eat, go to bed. Repeat. And that my friends, is a day in the life of me.
Don't be too jealous of the exciting life that I lead. Really, don't. I am a creature of habit and routine so I don't really mind so much. What I don't like is the feeling of being hungry and tired like 99.999% of the day. All day. Every day.
Monday, October 13, 2014
The prep for this race has consumed me for the past four months and I had one goal in mind and that was to PR. All I wanted was a sub-4:30 marathon. I did the best I really could preparing for that and I missed it by 10 seconds. Ten mother-fucking seconds. Honestly though, I handled it a lot better than I thought I would so that's a mental victory for me. However, that means I am still on this mission to PR, which means Chicago 2015 might have to happen. But lets take a look back at Chicago 2014 while it's still fresh in my mind.