Today is the first Tuesday that I am going to devote to Marathon Tuesday. (The first Tuesday was due to be last week, but the previous week, I tried to take off the tip of my thumb, and it was hurty.)
The idea for the blogging about it, that is. I’ve wanted to run a marathon for a long time, and I have never had the real inclination. But, as Matt points out in the first few pages of the book, without real reasons for doing it, you won’t sustain the motivation needed to achieve them.
So I made some reasons:
- To get fitter
- To have a reason to exercise
- To finally get the marathon done
They were pretty generic, but that seemed to be enough. I was inspired. But then, as seems to happen (or, as I should say, as I allow to happen), I caused myself some grievous harm and used that as an excuse not to run for a week. It hurt. Or something.
And yesterday (today is Wednesday) when I started writing this post, I was thinking that I should probably go for a run so that I can report on it, and such.
I didn’t go for a run, and thus I didn’t report on it.
Tonight, I went for a run. Just my usual 3 miles or so (along the seafront, turn around at the petrol station and run back past the TA Centre—resisting the urge to run in and sign up—and back home again) listening to Lamb‘s fantastic What Sound album.
What is that sound
Ringing in my ears?
The strangest sound
I’ve heard for years and years
The sound of two hearts
Beating side by side
The sound of one love
That neither one can hide
And then it drops into some sweet beets. It’s great to run to. I don’t know that I was running at 180 steps per minute. But I had fun.
I’m working at the moment to get up to 15 miles a week, consistently for a couple of weeks before I launch into the training programme that Matt laid out in the book. So this week I’m up to nearly 7 miles. And my shoes are looking a little tired.
This was supposed to be published yesterday, on the first Marathon Tuesday, but I didn’t run. I didn’t run because I was in a funk. Ironically, I was in a funk because I hadn’t run for a while. Huzzah for dopamine addiction! (Or something.)
So, the point of all this: In the book, Matt talks about the vital need to avoid injury. And a key way that he says we can do this is by being cautious in upping our mileage. I haven’t run for a while, so I am being cautious. However, I have a tendency to be overcautious.
I don’t really know how to mitigate this. I’ve always been a bit of a hypochondriac. Despite reading Wayne Dyer’s Stop The Excuses, I still seem apt to make them on a regular basis.
But what really confuses me is that I know how much better I feel after running—or any kind of exercise—and yet I still have to veritably force myself out the door. I know that it will get easier as time goes on, but as it stands, even with April 1st as the date for the start of my training proper, I know that I have a goal.
And now Katy is home, and also, if I leave this any later, it’ll be Thursday before it gets posted.
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