The Boston Marathon is less than 3 weeks away. It’s practically within spitting distance. Last weekend I got a pack in mail with all the race info, including my starting wave and corral. And I’m at the point in training where I’m trying to balance pushing myself so I’m in the best shape I can be and holding back to keep from getting injured.
All in all, it was a decent week for training. Cross-training Monday. An easy run Tuesday. My tempo run on Wednesday was somewhat unexpected. I went out telling myself that I’m still recovering from the flu, still a little discouraged from the painful 20-miler from the previous Saturday. But once I got going, I felt good and ran the 5 tempo miles at an encouraging pace.
Then on Thursday, I felt a little stiffness in my knee during my easy run. Nothing painful, nothing that changed my stride or my pace. Just a little niggle. I was glad that Friday was a rest day, a day to heal. But on Saturday when I ran on the treadmill at the hotel, my knee was still a little stiff. I only did 6 miles, which was 2 less than I’d really hoped to get in, but the Little Miss was not cooperating, so I cut it short and called it good.
My knee is still a little stiff. I’ve been rolling out my legs which seems to help, so I’ll keep that up for the next few weeks and hope that I’m able to toe the start line pain-free and confident.
At the moment I’m seeing the glass as exactly half. Not half-empty, not half-full. In some ways, training has gone much better than I’d ever imagined. In some ways, I feel like I could match my PR from Hartford a year and a half ago. But then I remember that I ran that as the 2nd marathon of the year, and that I’ve missed some key long runs, and that some of my recent runs haven’t been great: that 20-miler was awful and painful and discouraging. Then again, I had the flu when I ran it.
I don’t really know where I stand on the fitness continuum, and this week is my last week before I taper. It’s slightly disconcerting to not knowwhat I am capable of going into this race. Then again, sometimes you get to the line and the day itself is full of surprises that no amount of training can prepare you for.