After a long and sleepless flight last night, I am now back in England. Exiting the airport I was greeted with 41 degree Fahrenheit temps and a persistent rain with the promise of some severe storms this weekend. Ah, England, how I’ve missed you.
But this is yet another quick trip. On Tuesday I leave on my sojourn to Rome. I’ll be in the eternal city for just over three months to conduct research for my dissertation. Only one thing mars my excitement – I can only take one suitcase which can’t weigh more than 20 kg (about 44 lbs). In that one bag, I need to pack regular clothes, conference clothes, running clothes, shoes and my research materials. Unless I learn some Houdini-like tricks within the next four days, I foresee me forking over a large sum of money to take another bag onto the plane. I really don’t want to do that. Keep your fingers crossed I can find a solution that doesn't cost me more money.
I no longer need cheese because I ran out of whine
The pity party is now officially over. Sorry about that. Being overly hard on myself is a reoccurring theme in my life and it seems running cannot escape it either. Well, at least that makes me consistent.
As for the Florence marathon, I’m still undecided but teetering towards a ‘yes’. This being the case, I will begin a training program on Monday. I’ll need to make a final decision within the next couple of weeks though to facilitate travel plans for others, so at least I won’t be dragging my feet for too long ... like some people. :)
So, which program am I going to use? Good question. Not surprisingly, they’re all fairly similar, but I’m leaning towards Lam’s suggestion of the SmartCoach plan from Runner's World. Imputing all my info, it created a schedule for me with three runs per week and three 20-milers. The latter is definitely a bonus since I’ll have the opportunity, should I deem it necessary, to change one of them into a 22-miler and probably forgo one altogether since it is scheduled on the weekend I am presenting at a conference. It’s a small conference, but they’ve pretty much planned every second of the weekend, so I’ll be lucky to get in a short distance that weekend let alone 20 miles.
My beautiful furbaby has been diagnosed with lymphoma. The prognosis is obviously not good. Thankfully right now she seems to be feeling fine, but we know that when she does begin to decline it will be sudden and swift. I have cried on and off over the past few days and especially when I had to say good-bye yesterday. It breaks my heart to know that I will most likely not see her again with my own eyes, but at least I know she is happy, pain-free and well-loved. She has lived a long and spoiled life in my family for fourteen years and she will continue to do so until it is her time.
All right, time to end on a happy note. I want to wish good luck to Lisa, POM, Theresa, Vanilla, Viper and anyone else who is racing this weekend. You are going to kick some serious ass, my friends. Can’t wait to read about your triumphs next week.
Till then, take care everyone and have a great weekend.