84 days...

till the marathon, and i'm still my usual ice cream indulging, chip chomping, couch potato self.

my 'training' was supposed to start may 1, a comfortable 6 months away from november. may came and went (too busy), turned into lovely june (too distracted), then july (too hot)....and my running program never got the ambitious jumpstart i envisioned. now we're well into august, and my strategizing and well-laid plans are safely ensconced in my head. it's all very fuzzy up there.

i've determined that the disciplined and sleek runner me has got to stay in control over my other (lesser and more rebellious) selves until nov 5. the master plan: swing into drastic action and gain momentum...very quickly. already i'm supposed to be on week 5 of the FIRST plan (chosen because then i can justify running only 3x a week: "but it says, less is more"...although from the looks of things, i'm barely doing the 1x every 2 wk LAST plan).

so new resolve+drastic measures=(hopefully) results i won't be embarrassed about (i.e. passing out at mi. 12).
logged: 14 miles this afternoon (3x around prospect park and down union to henry).
felt: remarkably okay, except for last two miles; cramped legs, very cramped (and most unfortunately, no cute boy sightings to distract from the pain...only ubiquitous park slope fathers with double joggers)
reward: ice bath, in imitation of the elites. it was fantastic. and i felt like deena kastor. although very un-deena like, i couldn't resist finishing off my pint of chocolate fudge brownie from last night. i'll be better tomorrow, i promise.