The recently tight jeans are showing significant give now. My stride feels generally lighter too. Unfortunately however any would-be augmentation in my running speed has yet to manifest.
The truth of the matter is that I have plateaued in recent tempo runs. A heartbreaking realization in terms of marathon prognostication.
In the meantime I continue to whittle away at my diet. I continue to fine tune my training. I don’t eat after 3:30 pm and I’m doing yoga for crying out loud! Why at this very moment I could easily pen a Grammy award winning tearjerker of a Country ballad on just how much I miss chicken skin.
Still, I am assured that it will all come together in time for the marathon on May 1st.
I won’t lie. I won’t delude you into thinking me the model athlete whose belief in the game plan holds unwaveringly resolute. No. For me this waiting game is immensely frustrating.
I watch my friends get steadily faster by the day. While any improvements I may have managed prove stubbornly absent. Seriously — I’ve run the same times or better while eating cookies, cakes, and cheesies!
Yet experts posit that a ten pound weight loss can lead to as much as a 9 minute drop in marathon time.*
So for now I continue to swallow the pain if not the calories. The gains, for the better, have just got to be around the corner for me. They’ve just got to.