I had another running dream the other night. In this one I was at mile 20 of a marathon with 2:58 on the clock, and I thought I could still make it under 3 hours. “It’s just a 10K,” I told myself. “I can do it.” Again, I don’t know what happened as I either woke up or forgot or just kept running to a never-nearing finish.
My achilles/ankle is really starting to worry me. I was hoping this week I could start ramping up the mileage a little bit so that next week I could hit the ground running, so to speak, when the marathon training starts in earnest. But my achilles started hurting about a week ago, and now it feels like I have a sprained ankle as my whole ankle is sore. I still run of course.
Yesterday for instance, I did six or so miles real easy, except for two in the middle at Tempo pace. It was lovely to run hard for 12 minutes and 49 seconds, even though I was hurting more than I should have the last quarter mile or so. I got one of those cramps up in the sternum that feels like a hot knife in your flesh. Yeah, one of those. Anyway, everyone keeps saying “18 weeks is a long time”, but every day I’m more and more worried about my fitness level come training time, and come December 9.