55 days to go until the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. Based on the times I through down last week, I’m running better than I have all season. And this while recovering from another race. I’m not running as fast as I was last season, in part because this season’s focus has been more about building endurance than it has been about speed. But even without a PB in sight, a season’s best is certainly achievable.
Looking ahead I’ll be adding to my strength training, and increasing my distances on the road in comparison to anything I’ve done all year. It’s the final push as this is the final “big” distance that I will be racing this season. Protecting myself from burnout is no longer a factor as I have the next few months after this race to kick back and relax. At least as much as an ultramarathoner does relax in the off-season.
There is something exciting about going all out. Unfurling my wings and giving myself permission to go after the fast time that I’ve missed all year. No more hesitations. No more apprehensions. And no excuses to hide behind if I fail. In March I was injured. In May I was saving myself for the Ultra. In June it would be an unknown distance. And last weekend it would be the crowds of pedestrians wreaking havoc along an uncordoned race path. But in October all those rationalizations will be no more.
There is a quiet hum of excitement in my gut. I know something big is about to happen. I just have to keep working to make it so.