The photograph of all those people brought back fond memories of my last Boston experience. Given that NYC is double the size, I can only imagine what the crowds will be like. I'm sure the energy will be palpable. I hope so because I think I'm going to need all the help I can get to make it through 26.2 miles.
I'm not going to lie though, I am tired. And I am kind of (only kind of, not completely!!) dreading the fact that I'm going to be running marathon number 2 this year. I don't know if I feel mentally ready to tackle another one. That is what's been running through my head this past week. As of this very minute, I can honestly say that I really don't feel like running another one. I really don't. I feel mentally spent. That could be a combination of the fact that I've been super stressed at work and that fact that normally my fall A race happens sometime in mid-October. After mid-October, I can usually check out in terms of my mental focus. Not this year. Nope. I decided that doing NYC in November would be fun and a great opportunity. I mean when would I get the chance for another guaranteed entry? Probably never again since they lowered the qualifying standards for my AG this year to a blazing 1:30:00 or faster. Insanity. So I jumped at the chance and figured I could handle two marathons in one year.
Ok so maybe this post is still a bit whiny. Ah well. Guess I need to get it off my chest. Call it online processing. Heh.
I think that two marathons in one year is too much for this bod. I'm feeling a little beat up. My achilles isn't 100%. I managed to tweak it on a long run a few weeks ago when I ducked into the bushes for a pee break. Who hurts their achilles going to the bathroom??? Apparently I do. Maybe I'm worrying too much. I had physio yesterday and she said my mobility is a lot better. It feels a lot better too. I'll see her a couple more times before I go and I've got a massage scheduled tonight so maybe I'll feel better about everything after a little TLC and a good nights sleep.
Those nagging little "performance oriented" thoughts have started creeping in though and I need to shut them off. I had to give a finishing time estimate way back when and I had said 3:30. The competitor in me feels compelled to try and make that time. But really what does it matter? I have to keep reminding myself that I decided to do this race for the experience of it. It's all about the journey. That's what I'm going for. No pressure. I'm going to take a 26.2 mile tour of all five Boroughs with 45,000 other people. Yeah, that's it. That's the key. To quote one of my favourite Rush songs (Out of the Cradle) "It's not a race, it's a journey".
I think that's going to be my new mantra for the next 12 days.