Distance and Open Spaces
By Amanda Knox
I’m not ready.
Sure, I’ve trained. I did a pretty good job too, the first four of eight weeks. I ran three days a week, two short days and one long day, each week adding another half mile to the short days and a mile to the long day. But halfway through my resolve was contaminated. Excuses became more and more obscure. Dance class counts as running. Biking to work counts as running. Moving my belongings to a new house counts as running.
It doesn't.
I know this from years of training for soccer. Shooting practice, strength training, even scrimmaging was negotiable, but the running that came at the beginning and end of the practice session was not. That’s because oftentimes, with all due respect to the game, it all comes down to which team can outrun the other.
Nothing gets you ready to run 13.1 miles like running 13.1 miles. So far in my training, in one go I’ve only managed nine.