So I’ve completed three weeks of marathon training and haven’t missed a run yet, this could be because the weekly mileage is still pretty low (3-4 miles 3x a week plus a 10, 9, and 7 mile long run) but I prefer to think of it as a testament to my dedication to successfully dragging myself across the finish line when January rolls around. At the 3 week mark, it seems as good a time as any to relate my most recent marathon conversation with my mother….
Me: “I’m going out for a run.” Mother: “Ugh, for how long now?”
Me: “9 miles, it’s my long run.” Mother: “Ugh, 9 miles? Do you really have to run 9 miles?”
Me: “Yes, it’s on my training schedule.” Mother: “If the training schedule told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that too? I just really don’t think you can do a marathon.”
Me: “I can’t now, but that’s why I train and follow a schedule and run regularly, Mother.” Mother: “You know, sometimes you’re just ridiculous. You have so much work you should be doing, you have a job now, aren’t you over Disney and running yet? Couldn’t you just do the marathon like, in a few years or something?”
Me: “But this is a special medal and anniversary. It won’t be there next year and I’m really excited about it.” Mother: “You know, stop being stupid. How long is this going to take?”
Me: “Figure about 2 hours.” Mother: “Fine, go. I don’t care, do whatever you want.”
1 hour later… the phone starts ringing. Mother: “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.” Me: “I’m not done.” Mother: “Well, you are now.”