Today, I almost sat by the curb to cry and actually said to myself, I hate running.
I don't know if it's meant to feel this way - completely tired out and not being able to hit even close to my target pace, two weeks shy of the race. B.T didn't feel good either though he picked up pace after the mid-way mark. My right ITB was nagging at me and my legs felt heavy.
I was about to give up after 6 miles and run back home. But B.T's decision to stay and continue the run though he felt like crap, encouraged me to stay on. Go home and rest and try again later. He was pleased to see me still running loop after loop.
I felt like I was just clocking in junk miles. That means, running just for the sake of running without any quality in the runs. I think everyone can pretty much plough through mile after mile if the mind persists. Ironically, after the half way point, my pace picked up and it felt slightly better. Hence, the decision to continue running.
Whether I will hit my PB during the race itself, will all depend on how I feel on the morning itself. Some go through perfect training, hitting every pace and clocking in every required mile but fail badly during the race because there are so many conditions and unexpected events that can happen for example, a bad tummy. All I know is that this tough training program has trained my mental endurance so much that it'll be hard for me to give up.
We have been quite lucky to train in decent weather conditions. Cool without sun. Yesterday's rains were an indication of how hot it would be today. It wasn't unbearably humid and the sun wasn't blazing in full force, but it was still hot enough. So I guess, another test of endurance.
In two weeks time, we will be pounding the streets of Chicago. I hope that all the hard work pays off. I can't wait for it to be over. And yes, I will most likely be taking a break from marathons next year and will be focusing on shorter distances - 10K and half-marathons.