The good news? I don't really have a time goal for this marathon. Which, upon hearing, Vandy-Montana, responded "well, there's a bar a couple of blocks from the finish line. I'll head there when I finish and you can find me there when your slow ass is done*." Dude better make sure his cell phone gets service in this bar, so that he'll get the emergency call to come and identify my body after I've been mauled by a bear, bitten by a rattlesnake, passed out from heat exhaustion, fell off a mountain, or whatever else the hell is going to happen to me while I'm running.
But, yeah... no time goal. This has definitely made training more fun for me... not worrying about pace, just getting the miles in. I'm sure it's not the best method for improvement. (But hey, I'm training in the summer, so that's improvement enough for me).
The only thing that is lacking from my training? Nothing significant... just a 20 miler. Arg! Somehow, I've managed to avoid running a full 20 miles and I plan on rectifying that this weekend. It is going to suck though. If I've learned anything about training in the heat... it's that it sucks major, major ass. I mean... my legs feel fine... and I can handle the constant sweat dripping, but I get super loopy and foggy and at some point, I stop trusting myself with important decisions, like... whether or not to cross the street even though there is a car coming directly at me. Yeah, they'll stop for me, even though their light is green and mine is red. No problem, right? It's actually kind of scary, which is why I think I need to pick a pedestrian friendly park to get this 20 miler in.
*So, he didn't say slow ass... but you know he was thinking it. I can and will quote thoughts.