>Clear-minded goals

>So, before the marathon, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep training and racing marathons, or just have this be a one-time thing and become a more casual runner.

Let’s just say that the thought of never running another marathon again is just craziness! Like I said, all throughout the race I never thought, Oh, I’m never doing this again. My recovery is going very well. I got a massage last night and besides a little soreness, I feel almost 100% today!

Now, post-race and during recovery, I’m already planning new goals and races. When we move, we will be less than 20 miles from New Mexico. Our location will have amazing new opportunities for hiking and seeing the country. The Southwest has to be my favorite region thus far.

We (my husband and I) are looking at a half marathon in Las Cruces, New Mexico, in December of this year. That’s 13.1 miles at 4,000 ft elevation. I have to learn to run at that altitude. I think my goal will be a sub-2:00 race, which will make my pace 9:09. Right now I can run 3 miles with a pace of 9:00, and 8 with a 9:37 pace. Maybe this new goal is slightly ambitious, but it will keep me committed to my training.

I bought a swim cap with a gift certificate from BondiBand, so hopefully that will encourage me to start swimming on a regular basis. I can swim, but I can’t guarantee that I have the correct form. Hmm.. maybe I should take lessons..?

On a slightly different note, we leave for Texas in approximately two months. I cannot believe the time is almost here! In less time than that, Aaron will be back stateside. This has been such a long journey, but I believe that everything happens for a reason and that there is a divine opportunity in all life changes.

I am continuing to pray for opportunities for friendship and ministry and peace of mind about moving so far away. This is an exciting time and I don’t want to take anything for granted.

>Zero week thus far

>So, this is what you call zero week, according to Hal Higdon. Replacing carbs, hurting like you were hit by a truck (or just ran 26.2 miles, whichever you prefer), splurging on a massage, eating an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s because you just burned 3200 cals in one workout.

Saturday night
Saturday night was insane. I thought I’d come home from Champaign, take a hot bath (should have been an ice bath, but no matter) and pass out. Alas, I did all but the latter. I was up until 12:30 driving my poor husband crazy over all the details. At around 9 pm after I’d been laying in bed for hours, I suggested we watch Forrest Gump. I wanted to see him run across the country for three years. So we did, and I bawled my eyes out at the end and laughed at pretty much everything else. I’d briefly forgotten how awesome of a movie it is.

Sunday morning
So I fell asleep around 12:30 and woke up again around 5 almost in tears. I’ve never had a baby, or had major trauma, but I was in the worst pain ever. I went to church and was met by many surprised glances and comments because I guess people thought I wouldn’t make it. Um, why would I not want to go to church the day after one of the most amazing experiences of my life?! I was actually walking around pretty well considering the circumstances.

Sunday afternoon
I ended up going to lunch and the bags tournament after church with Amelia. I didn’t do too shabby either, and held out for quite awhile. We left and I went with her to buy her first pair of running shoes!! I felt like a pro. She got some Asics and loves them! We run Race for the Cure 5K on Saturday, rain or shine. (Am I insane for kind of hoping for rain?!)

Sunday evening
I spent the evening straightening up the apartment and laying around. It was awesome. I ate an entire pint of ice cream with absolutely no guilt. I laid around in hopes of falling asleep and taking a nap, but no such luck. I ended up falling asleep at 10-ish.

Monday morning
I woke up around 1:30 to sound outside. I didn’t get to sleep until half an hour later, but when I did I slept hard. And then of course I had to get up for work. I unexpectedly had to sub all day today, but I was glad to be moving around. I was mildly sore, probably a 4 or 5 on the pain scale of 10.

Monday evening
I came home from work and for one split second, contemplated going for a run. I felt good. But that would be stupid, so I didn’t. I instead took a bath and relaxed some more. A massage therapist friend from church brought her table over and gave me a massage. It was exactly what I needed, I think. It was awesome.

So, to sum it up in case you didn’t care to read my ridiculous rambling, I ate lots of food and (tried to) sleep a lot.

My plan for the rest of the week is to continue resting, sleep when I’m tired, and eat more protein. I might try some yoga or very very very light cross-training later in the week. If I’m feeling good on Saturday, I’m going to go for it at the 5K, the very event that started talk of this journey of [in]sanity. Of course, a year ago, I never envisioned myself running this far this soon. But, friends, all things are possible to him who believes.