That's not to say that I don't appreciate and enjoy the familiar. I'm beyond grateful to wake up every morning to my husband's same adorable face, and to come home in the evenings to my same silly dog. I love my old "home trails" along the American River, and feel comfortable and secure when I'm running among those old sights and smells. And now just a little over a week into training for my fifteenth marathon, I am realizing how much joy I take in this process, a perfect blend of the known and the unknown. I can't yet anticipate how my race in June is going to turn out, how much faster or stronger I'll get in the coming weeks, or where I'll discover a new favorite long training run. But there is a lot that I do know to expect. Now eight days in, I'm remembering the subtle ways I need to adapt my life to accommodate marathon training, and enjoying that familiar afternoon daze after a good long run.
Perhaps also because I live in a place that doesn't have much in the way of seasons, I'm no longer a student living on a fall-to-spring calendar, and I don't work in an industry that has any sort of a "peak season" during the year, I deeply appreciate the seasonal nature of of marathon training. Sixteen weeks of training, the excitement of race week, and then a full month of rest and recovery. This is about as much of a pattern as I can expect to find anywhere in my life, and I embrace it with open arms, and tired legs.