On my training schedule, today is listed as a “rest day.”
Actually, my “rest days” would be more appropriately called “catch up days,” because I end up packing in everything, an effort that I should call “no task left behind.” By the end of a “rest day,” I am ready to go back to marathon training. It is a lot easier.
Today I am “comforted” that there are ONLY 99 days of training left until the marathon. It is kind of like the Christmas decorations that I began to see in the stores this August. In some ways, it makes me think, “oh, you have plenty of time to train.” And in another urgent way, “oh, I have a lot of miles yet to cover.” The paths near our house right now are stampeded each weekend with runners training for the Chicago marathon, now just about 6 weeks away. They are in the midst of their hardest part of training. I saw TRUE LOVE spelled out in capital letters last weekend when I met on the path a man named Mario who was running SIXTEEN miles that day with his wife Paula who was training for Chicago, her very first marathon. I am sure that there were a lot of things that Mario would rather be doing, but there he was at his wife’s side, running at a pace that was not his own, and sweating it out for his beloved. It still makes me smile.
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