Three weeks

There are three weeks left of *proper training* before a week of not-that-much, and then it's marathon time. 

Oh. 

That isn’t very long AT ALL, but I have decided that instead of FREAKING OUT (well, maybe, after freaking out…) that the best thing to do is concentrate on training (duh) and the race will take care of itself.  Or rather, I’ll train for the next three weeks, have a week of wind down, and then drag myself to Barcelona and run a marathon.  I have my twenty-miler left, which I have planned for Monday – I’m taking the day off for my birthday and thought I might as well take an extra day and do my long run then – and then I’ll probably just fit in another ten miles before scaling everything back.  Think that sounds about right.....

Since my last post, I have one update to make re. last weekend: wash out.  Not dwelling on it, that won’t make me feel better about it, but that’s it.

Managed a cheeky four miles with Vic on Monday, nothing yesterday (trapped in interviews all day and late out of the office), and planning at least four miles tonight with something on either Thursday or Friday (or BOTH).  I have a birthday (from last year…) massage booked on Friday night so I’m going to use that as a reward for training this week. 

Yes, we are now operating in a reward training culture.  Whatever works…..