Boston Training Time, in which I cop a 'tude.

I feel that with just over a month to go it is high time to start overloading the blog with chit-chatter about my Boston training.

Post Hyannis I spent a few days recovering and then gently eased back into a simple and calm training plan. One which will enable me to maintain my normal inner zen like peace and perhaps maintain my current level of fitness.

 

 

Ah yes.... So calm and peaceful...

Is this true?

NO FUCKING WAY.

I am getting my ass kicked via Coach Kelsey and voluntarily kicking my own ass at every possible turn. Fuck this noise kids, this is no time to leave any possible stone unturned. I have a month to thrash myself into better shape and I am taking every possible opportunity do do just that.

 

I'm not so worried about rando injuries anymore because the last few months have put me into pretty good shape. So the time has come to run faster during my speed work, push harder up the hills and do my core workouts with 100% motivation. Also, I certainly don't plan to add ridiculous extra and unauthorized mileage (because that will get me hurt, duh.)

I've got a month to go and I am not going to look back on a single workout and think "well... I could have done THAT a bit better/faster/with more intent...."  I'm laying all my freaking cards on the table and getting ready to lay a serious beat down onto myself. It's go time. Go big or go home. PR or ER bitches. If Boston sucks giant hairy balls then it will be because I kick it so hard in the teeth that it cries for its mommy (ok that's not even remotely realistic) or because it is 9,576 degrees again and there is nothing that I can do about that!

I'll save all the calm, zen stuff for race day when I need to calm the hell down because I'm so ready to take it ON.
And that, my friends, is THAT. Time to kick some ass and take some names.