Two weeks ago I completed my 2nd marathon. It was truly 26.2 miles of pure hell. I had trained and it had gone well. The weather was even looking perfect. I had discovered that my optimum race temp is low 50s. However, the temps had spiked the few days prior and my goal time finishing was not looking good. I remained optimistic but I had a plan b and plan c in place. The only time when I plan it seems.
As I enter into my second experience of tapering, I am putting what I learned to make it easier. The last time, it being my first experience, what not pleasurable by any means. I was even more ravenous than I had been the 3 months of training. I was irritable and just bitchy.
How training for the Chicago Marathon saved my life and changed it forever. I never knew I was on a journey until I was halfway through. Many plot twists for sure but as I get ready to leave for Chicago, I am not the person I was 4 months ago.