Well, what was supposed to be a pivotal week in training, turned out to be one giant mess of stress. Between about 4 different things, my mind and body are going in a million different directions. With a bunch of errands to run, and places to be, evenings were pretty full this past week. I definitely didn’t hit the mileage I wanted, but I was able to get some in, and I wasn’t in pain at all.

Monday: Off

Tuesday: Off

Wednesday: 3 Miles

Thursday: 2 Miles

Friday: Off

Saturday: Off

Sunday: 3 Miles

Total Miles: 8 Miles

There isn’t too much to say about my runs these days. I’m just trying to get miles in. They’re no where near the high mileage weeks that I should be at/used to be at, but it’s too late in the game for it. Surprisingly, my mind still thinks I can run the marathon. My legs have no idea. I’m not nervous, but I’m also not worried. After I took that week + off of running, I hit a wall. I wasn’t sure what I was capable of doing or if I could become healthy again in time for race day. I still plan on lining up at the starting line, but I’m not going to be upset if my time is horrible or if I can’t finish.

With two weeks to go, I’m still excited for the marathon, and hoping in some miracle, I can pull off a PR.