There are two main reasons I feel this way, each as valid as the other. The first is that training for a fall marathon means I will have to do a lot of running through the summer, and when my kids are home and trips are planned and there is so much going on, the last thing I want is a marathon training program to become a stress. I want it to be as fun as I know it will be (and as fun as my last one was until I had to stop running). I don't want to dread figuring out how to fit it all in.
The other main reason is, well, I have a solid history of injury. Sure, maybe I can go out tomorrow and be healed and have all of my hard work pay off in spades as I move through a training cycle and marathon without further injury . . . but it's not likely. I need to have a solid base. I need to be running care-free and injury-free for at least the whole summer before I dip my toes in to a new training program.
There is a lot of relief in letting something go that has been a long held goal. Knowing that the time will come to make it happen. I am excited to head in to the summer hopefully healthier than I have ever been, I hope the efforts I am putting in end up paying off. If not, I don't know where that will leave me, or what else I could possibly try.
My friend Sally is encouraging me to try a triathlon, which I am bizarrely intrigued by. Mostly because I don't own a bike, and biking terrifies me. TERRIFIES. I am almost 100% sure I will be run over by a truck if I ever try to bike in Seattle. But I am totally fine getting a hybrid and tooling around with my girls as training and making a triathlon work simply because I know I can swim/bike/run the distances required for a sprint. Probably not very fast, but I could do it. You know, if I actually had a bike. So I'll see. Maybe I will love it and rename my blog Sybil Tri-s Things, hardee har har.