Some thoughts on hardcore training

Phew. Training for a half-marathon is pretty exhausting. And I am constantly haunted by thoughts that I'm not doing enough. On the schedule, we're up to about 12-15 miles during the week and a long run of 8-9 miles. We have, yowza, 32 days to go. OMG.

Mostly, I'm not sore, so I feel like we've been pacing ourselves well. I am also hungry ALL THE TIME. Like now. I'ma go get a snack.

Ok, I'm back.

So, where were we. Hungry. ALL THE TIME. Which means, I'm not losing weight. How is this possible?? I've been tracking. I haven't been over my points. I think I'm being pretty honest. I'm working out 6 days a week y'all. There is just no way I'm taking in more calories than I'm burning.

But, I digress. I think I've figured out my race fuel. I've been chopping up mint chocolate cliff bars into bite size morsels of goodness and gnoshing on them just after the first hour. I've also started bringing gatorade with me for long runs. It is working. I can definitely tell a difference in my energy levels.

The team of 4 won't run together again until the race... probably good because we'll have a ton of things to talk about! Haha. One thing I am pretty sure about though - we will be able to finish the race. We might be last* but we'll finish. (If I keep telling myself this, it'll be true, right??)

Sarah

*My mother-in-law, who I love, and is super-supportive, said "No way!" to which I had to reply, "No. Seriously. It's a small race. Run by mostly Marines. Based on the finish times from last year, there is actually a possibility that we will be last. So, there's that. But as we penguins say, it's not about how fast you finish, but about having the courage to start. (OK, and finish.)