The Plan

Today I printed out my training schedule. Well, that’s a lie. I found one someone sent me, looked at it, and put it on top of a pile of crap so I have to see it. It’s the same exact plan I followed for my last(and first) marathon, so it’s up for some improvisation. That also means I didn’t pay too much attention to it. Someone normal would probably have wondered how far behind they are; at this point (I think) I can accomplish all runs on the schedule and therefore do not feel one bit bad about not-quite-yet-almost-tomorrow-soon starting. It’ll be okay. That’s what I keep telling myself.

It doesn’t help that over vacation I’ve had at least twenty people ask me how training is going. I haven’t lied; I haven’t said “Oh great”; I haven’t really explained much. I sort of shrug and say I don’t have to start until next week…I guess that’s a lie, sort of, but it totally depends on what sort of plan you are following. But that’s too much to explain too, so I stick with the idea that when I start is exactly when I should start and I know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t really call someone who has run one marathon before an expert on the training and timing of marathons, but I pretend to be one and since I’ve run one before and I am the best at everything, honestly, I know what I’m doing.

Whatever.