Over the Labor Day weekend we hit the halfway mark in our running group’s training season.
How can we be halfway through already? (Cue head shakes about the ever-increasing speed of time passing as we get older.)
Yet at the same time, Kelly and I wonder how we can only be halfway through. Our marathon is very early in the season, which means we’ll have trained for and run our race a full 10 weeks before the running group’s training-for-race is scheduled.
We’re physically exhausted at a level we’re not used to experiencing in September. Naps are a weekend norm, as are visits to see our favorite doctor/torturer for flexibility work on our leg muscles. In an attempt to balance summer travel and work schedules, we’ve drug ourselves out of bed at 2 a.m. on two different weekends to squeeze in a very long training run.
But enough whining.
Distance running comes at a price, but (honestly) it can also be a lot of fun. Why else would we keep on with it?