As of today, my training plan for Boston is in the recycle bin.
I’ve been injured and unable to run consistently or pain-free for almost two months. The Boston Marathon will be here in just over 6 weeks and I’m bowing out.
No speed training for me. No hard road miles. No tempo Tuesdays or track workouts or long mid-week runs. Not for Boston.
I didn’t wrestle with the decision. It didn’t keep me up at nights. The idea of NOT running Boston sat in my gut and gestated for several weeks before it dawned on me; I was truly apathetic about the race. My entire reason for running Boston was to train and run with my friends. If left to my own devices, I would hit the trails and never look back.
Training and running with Team Alpaca is one of the highlights of my week. I look forward to our Sunday long runs even though they beat me up more than they should. I’m the slow kid in the group; the starting pace is always a bit too high and my effort level at least 20% higher than theirs. I did it for the company, the camaraderie, conversation, hours of happiness and laughter and sweat. Now, I’ll incorporate the Sunday long runs into my week as a harder workout and use it to my advantage instead of detriment.
I’m still going to run with Team Alpaca, but the training plan has been scrapped. I’m off the hook for speed and time.
All that’s left is my desire to run.