There’s a saying fans often write on their signs for race day: The first 20 miles are all training. The last 6.2 are all determination. Yesterday I was all determination at the Chicago Marathon, and it made all the difference.
I approach most 15+ mile runs with a hint of dread and a whole lot of determination. Right now, that’s how I feel about the upcoming marathon. I’m slightly terrified of the pain to come, but mostly motivated to match or beat my first marathon finishing time.
Yesterday I headed to Wisconsin’s capital city to run the Madison Mini-Marathon, AKA half marathon. It was time to put my training to the test. I was shooting for a PR, but my nemesis of a right leg decided that wasn’t going to happen…
My roommate rode her bike for 24 hours straight this weekend—well, minus a few stops for food, free shots of espresso and a flat-tire fix. And she wasn’t just cruising along, she was riding aggressively… for about 200 miles.