Sometimes when I'm bored on a run, I try to distract myself by thinking of lists: things I need to do, things I've been meaning to do, and things that I want to do. I've been meaning to blog about the Paris marathon, but almost three months have elapsed and Alas, Still No Blog About Paris. If there's a theme to this blog, it's talking about blog posts that never happened.
And because I feel like until I talk about Paris, I can't talk about Berlin (and I'm four weeks into training!), here are my three big takeaways from April:
- Marathoning is about just being able to finish - until suddenly it isn't. Between finishing NYC and Paris, neither of which I will count as a success, my brain and my body have proven that finishing is not the problem. (And if the time off I had to take after NYC tells you anything, it might actually be the problem, but that's a different point.) If I cross a starting line, I will drag myself or amble along unless someone comes to forcibly drag me off of it.
- Stop making excuses. In retrospect, I made a lot of excuses as to why I wasn't going to run Paris: I couldn't figure out how to get a long run in around a work trip, I couldn't figure out how to get a long run in during a work trip, I had the flu, I still had malarone in my system, it's too cold, it's too icy, it's too warm, the treadmill made my knee hurt, I'd rather go to yoga, I went to yoga, I'm so tired, I'm so sad, I'm so angry, I didn't eat enough, I ate too much, blah blah blah blah. Just shut up and run. 46 minutes of sitting on my butt watching Netflix is at least 4.6 miles on a bad day. Get. Out. There. (And then, yeah, ok, watch Netflix and foam roll.)
- Everyone really does pee on the Champs-Élysées. I thought everyone was joking, or at least exaggerating. But they weren't. At all. I suspect that I will never see that many butts in public again unless I go to a nude beach. And quite honestly, I'm 100% ok with that.
Onwards and upwards!
p.s. carboloading, a love story: