So. I’ve been kind of ignoring this blog thing over here. My running has been so up and down and with it, my emotions. I am seriously in that mental train wreck of marathon training that is, well, familiar to me at least.
That said, you may have heard on various sources of social media that I went down to Virginia Beach this past weekend to hang out with this girl and this girl. So it would be remiss of me to not talk about it.
The race itself was a disaster (for me, at least). The flight home was even more of a disaster. But getting to spend a weekend with friends? Totally worth it.
Also, being back at the beach was not awful at all.
Laura and Hollie are seriously two of my most favorite people ever so getting to just bum around with them for a while was awesome. The future is a bit uncertain in terms of get-togethers (except for NYC Marathon weekend, when Laura and I will be the best effing cheerleaders you have ever seen) so I’m really glad I was able to go.
Honestly, I’ve been in a bit of a running funk. It’s not that I haven’t been getting the runs in, it’s more that I’m getting discouraged about pace, the way my legs feel, and how dehydrated I feel constantly. I’ll recap the race soon but spoiler alert: I ran a PW, felt like shit almost the whole time, and am unable to figure out why I can’t get my racing shit together this year.
I will say though – having two friends who are so unbelievably fucking tough is an inspiration. And I hate saying “inspiration” because it sounds so bloggy fake but really … there are no other words to capture it. So yeah. I had a terrible race. Ran a personal worst. But also ate amazing food, had super fun girl chats, ran around on the beach, splashed in the water, and got to explore Virginia with two awesome people. So how can I complain? This weekend has me feeling refreshed and renewed – ready to chase down the next couple weeks of training and bring it on home for a strong marathon in October. Let’s go.