I can only assume that the term “babymoon” is the complex ritual where as the husband beats his legs to a pulp running a marathon, proceeds to “refuel” with grain liquor, and has the company of his wife to be the designated driver. If it isn’t, please don’t tell my wife.
We’re pretty touristy when we travel, so we’ve got activities galore planned – which is just the way I like it. Unfortunately, this means that I am likely not going to be able to meet up with a few other Seattle’ians or fellow RnR’ers. BUT, if you’re running, I think I’ll be outside of corral #6 30 min before.
Train for the race you want, race the race that you have
Over the past few weeks (taper madness?) I’ve been wracking my brain trying to decide what my “goal” pace should be. I always like to have a range when I set a goal for a race, because so much depends on the day – specifically the weather. Hot day? Bump it down a bit. Cool day? Have at it. Gut-rot? Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
Being a bit of a math dork, I used the McMillian calculator and the Runners World Smart Coach to try to reverse engineer my race goals. For example, I used the Runners World Smart Coach to try to spit out a training plan that seemed to match the miles and paces I ran. The great thing is that the training plans will tell you what pace you should race at! A little OCD? Yes. Did it help me sleep at night? Not as much as the booze did.
I was essentially trying to see if I could justify a 3:20 goal. Welp**, unfortunately it DID say that I could do it, so here goes the goals**:
A Goal: Sub 3:20
B Goal: New PR (3:25:30)
C Goal: Sub 3:30
To be clear, I’m not sand bagging. That is, setting low expectations and then crushing them on race day. These are honest to goodness goals that will require all sorts of
I’m reminded of the old saying about marathons: A 20 mile jog followed by a 10K race. This couldn’t be truer. (I originally had “more true” in there but grammar check didn’t like it) I can hold a 3:20 pace through 20 miles no problem – it is the last 6.2 that separate the Lady Gagas from the Justin Biebers.
So, I guess on Saturday, that is what I need to decide: