Yesterday as I was walking to the store, I saw a girl wearing a Frankie Says Relax shirt and then later another girl sporting legit Hammer pants. WTF decade are we in again?!
I’ve been working from home the last three days. Today I’m back at the department because I could no longer stand the construction worker next door who thought he was on Britain’s Got Talent. The last straw was when he butchered Phil Collin’s In the Air Tonight. Bitch was worse than Mike Tyson.
Today I’m finishing up some work before I head north on the train tomorrow morning. The marathon has been forefront in my thoughts the last few days, especially yesterday when I realized my race plan was no longer viable. Why is it no longer viable?
Edinburgh doesn’t have pacers.
I must have confused Edinburgh with one of the other marathons I was considering and thought it had them. It does not. It’s gonna be me and a pace bracelet. Again. I suck at pacing myself.
My training has not gone to plan. I completed very little speedwork, gained a bit of weight and had a screwy taper. When I first signed up for Edinburgh my goal was 4:45. Now I should just be praying for a one second PR. However, I really, really, really want a sub-five hour time. I want that four in front of my time so badly I can taste it. And when I say sub-five I mean 4:59:59.
I’m just not sure if it’s in the cards this time. Yes, Edinburgh is a downhill course, but a good chunk of it is run along the Firth of Forth which has the potential for some strong winds. If said winds are blowing up man-kilts, I’m all for it, but not if it’s going to slow my pace.
It’s all gonna come down to the mental game. Thankfully I have been preparing for this during my long runs—sometimes even with some success. Basically, I’ve focused on staying positive and using the landmark-to-landmark technique to keep me moving.
There are bonuses to running in Edinburgh as well—I’ll have the companionship of nearly 20,000 other runners, a great friend who is making my first ever marathon sign, the support of friends and family from afar, the chance to run on what I’m told is a beautiful course and, last but not least, the presence of Scottish men in kilts.
Oh yes, there will be kilts.
I won’t know unless I try, so try I will.
Just to let you know, because of travel and the like, I may not post until Tuesday. It all depends on whether I choose to sleep on the train or type up my race report. I have a feeling sleep might win. In that case, I ask that no one (and you know who you are, stalkers) spoils the fun by revealing my results before I’ve posted. Cuz I’ll find a way to virtually kick you in the nuts if you do. Even if you’re nutless, blunt force trauma to the cooch (not like that, pervs) is still painful so I don’t want to hear it.
And because it’s appropriate and the title of this post, I leave you once again with Whitesnake.
Have a great weekend, everyone, and good luck to all those racing.