
I began to question my sanity as I was running, pushing 48 pounds (my 22 month old in a non-jogging stroller) up and down a hill for an hour and fifteen minutes. On the uphill climb my mind was telling me that I was torturing myself, on the downhill climb, my mind recovered long enough to think I could do it again, fifteen times, until finally it was over and I had a cool down two mile walk.
The cool down was great and I felt elated that I was one step closer in my marathon training program and I reminded myself I wouldn't be pushing 48 extra pounds during the marathon. I look at the 48 pounds as my drag. Kind of like, when swimmers wear an extra bathing suit and don't shave during training and then on the day of the big meet, they shave and wear paper thin suits, although I am sure its not the equivalent of 48 pounds.
I thought back to the time when I was on the swim team in college, and my coach handed me a 25 pound weight and told me to walk around with it. I wondered why he was making me do that? Then he told me to put it down and said, "Isn't that better. Now imagine if you lost 25 pounds, how well you would swim." I am not sure if that was a good thing or not. Telling me I needed to lose weight, but to this day, as I train I think about the extra pounds I am pushing with my son in the stroller and then I think about what a relief it will be when I don't have to push those extra 48 pounds as I am running up and down hills during the marathon.
The marathon is 36 days away and my mind is telling me, I will be ready. I will be ready. Even if just a few hours ago I felt temporarily insane running uphill with a stoller. I will be ready. I am not insane, I am just in training.






