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Let’s be honest, the”new year” isn’t every really January 1st, it is the start of school.  Fresh pencils, new schedules, and the opportunity to be the best version of aspirational you – because you have not yet just started to ditch class to watch reruns of Star Trek.  My actual new year also has the new drive at work, my birthday, and my son’s birthday so the rush of Back-To-School comes with cupcakes and all manner of birthday frenzy for both of us.

Over the summer I’ve done a lot of running, and I’ve done a lot of active thinking about what I eat because I was tired of buying bigger pants.  It all came together nicely, I’m on track for August being a 50 mile month, I’ve turned the Marine Corps Marathon into a specific race series that I want to run this year in prep for running in in 2016, I’m signed up for the half-marathon that kicks it off.  I weigh something that feels more comfortable to me.

Now that old twitch of mine has started to show up.  Having identified a number of things that work for me over the summer, spending time and energy to do them, and finding them successful it would be so easy to mic drop the whole thing and go back to the way it was.

Shrug off the running because my foot hurts.

Eat with less thought because “meh”

Stop cross-training.

Decide that it is time to try something new, so instead of doing it as a temporary measure just stop what I AM doing to invest in thinking about a different thing.

Look at a calendar and think “I’m tired” and just sit down.

Skip the sunrises and new successes for futzing on Tumblr.

I’m saying it here and now – I LIKE how the summer went for my exercise and food.  I won’t be a zealot in the next two weeks (or maybe I will if that will keep me on track) but dammit I want these things to make it past Labor Day.  That I WILL be a zealot about wanting to make it through this part of my psyche this time and staying with things that work well for me.

Twelve hours from now we will be back into a new school year – which means that summer is over, before my birthday, and that is just strange.  This summer has been chuck full of blips of vacations and here is where I will try and remember what the hell just happened.

Seattle / Anacortes – The most visceral moment was on a neighborhood beach where I realized just how many carcass crab limbs were around me.  I also enjoyed finally meeting one of Dave’s favorite people after almost 13 years of knowing Dave.  Then there was Seattle City Center and our beautiful hotel which was amazing.  Oh, in a near tie for most visceral moment was cresting a hill in Seattle and having the same chest sensation as every one of my “falling” dreams (roller coaster parking lots are my specialty).

New York – Hedwig (as played by Darren Criss) was amazing.  Running in Central Park was awesome.  Lunch was adequate.  It was a lovely weekend that I needed a lot.  I LOVED getting shoulder checked by some native and just glaring.  It was so good.

Grandma Camp Drop-off – Jeff want to fly unaccompanied minor next year and stay for two weeks, neither of which would surprise me at all.  We got to go to the carnival of my youth with a longtime friend of his, I got to see a longtime favorite of mine in passing and I realized how tiny my town is as I ran every street to get my miles in.  Also, it could use a coat of paint.  Riding in a Tesla was cool, but something I won’t pay for again.  Still deeply grateful and thrilled that Jeff’s friends from LLY were there for him this summer.

Grandma Camp Pick-Up – More running all the streets.  Less time to visit, and the only bit of time I got in Illinois this summer (which was hard for me).  I did see Grammy though, and that makes my world better.

Seeing Samantha – Ok, so that wasn’t really a trip but after not seeing my niece for a long time I got to see her again, along with her new-ish husband.  Although she seemed weary from the month of travel – it was good to see her again.

Cub Scout Camp – We were adopted by people who knew what they were doing and I am so grateful for that.  Also – fucking hell Georgia is hot in July.  Like icky hot.  Also, I am not meant for camping.  Still, Jeff now can use a knife at cub scout things and we both learned a lot.  I did not drink the Kool-aid but I do know where they sell it.

Nephew Visit – The third nephew / niece was able to visit this summer (after being gracious about me putting him off last summer).  A quick overnight to Chattanooga, listening to a Civil War Battlefield park ranger, eating at his first Waffle House.  We made sugar lemons (those two ingredients put together) and that made quite an impression on him.  After wondering for years if they were curious about Uncle John (they were all young when he died) I had kind of stopped wondering if they would ever ask for stories.  I didn’t rehearse them in my head like I had on other trips.  He asked.  It felt good.

Mom in town for Georgia Camp – mom came in to help fill the camp gap here in the home stretch.  It is so good to have her around and Jeff absolutely loves it.  Best part was a 48 hour trip to Tybee Island where mom saw the ocean for the first time. Her adventure spirit is frankly kind of tickling me a bit.

I’m tired and fried.  Dave wishes I was home – ever.  All of these things intertwined between work and runs.  It has been crazy – but it was mine.

I’m still running.

The last few weeks I’ve focused on what I would need to be able to add each week to “Beat The Bridge” at this year’s Marine Corps Marathon.  At mile 20 there is a vehicle bridge that opens back up to cars 4-ish hours after the race starts and it is runners or cars but not both.  The “straggler bus” waits for those who cannot beat the bridge.

I mainly think about it during my long run.  I also do an easy run and that is so short that it mainly just clears the dust from the day instead of moving on towards bigger thoughts.  During the two speed runs every week I’m generally just being pleased.  I really like the Runcoach app and how they have arranged all of this stuff for me.

A couple of long runs ago I realized that I cannot safely train harder than I am right now.  Both my feet are doing different unpleasant things that are manageable right now but I don’t want to worsen.  The school year is 10 days away, the new drive to work is longer, there isn’t time to do the work and recover properly.

I worked on figuring out what I would need to be able to accomplish each week to be ready, and it was too much.  Maybe I would beat the bridge, likely I wouldn’t, and it would be such a force of will event that I’d be too busy to enjoy what all this hard work has produced.

Because I have absolutely loved how this running feels (which I attribute to the fine programmers at Runcoach), even when it sucks (and it does) it also is a slow steady climb towards something wonderful.  I’ve found myself re-tuning the way I eat to fuel runs.  I hydrate because it just feels natural.  It has been a great framework this summer to be more of the person I want to be.

So I meditated on what to do with my entry for MCM (while I ran) and found the idea of converting to 10K just – not it.  I would do fine at that distance and run past all the bits I’m looking forward to but it … just isn’t it.  I never seriously considered just giving up the registration, as gifts from the universe go I’m enjoying this one and want to keep it.  So that left deferment until 2016 – which I did first thing this morning.

It is scary to think of this kind of work for the next 15 months but I suspect that is what it will really take for me to be ready.  In the meantime I’m planning races to give me more experience in the middle.  I’m trying to see how many states I can train or race in while I prepare (I’ve got 4 so far).

There will be a half-marathon right around when MCM happens because that is what I will be more comfortably prepared for.

I am considering trying to run *with* someone once in a while.  I have some more whole body fitness to consider.

When this started I told people “I’m running Marine Corps Marathon” a couple of times and it always felt false.  I switched what I said to “I’m training for …” and that felt better.  I still am training for it, I’m just doing it the long way – which feels right for a long race.