It's Me, I'm the Bonk: Dancing With the Bonk Monster Through the Vernonia Marathon
I've bonked at every marathon I've ever run. Every single one. Going into Vernonia, I was mentally bracing for it again. I was going to feel good but right at mile 18, Lucy was going to grab the football right as I was about to kick it. Except this time I came to realize something: I was Lucy. I was sabotaging my own efforts. Whenever I ignored my fueling plan, whenever I surged to pass people or weave around a crowd, whenever I picked up my speed to negative split the back half of the race, the football was long gone before I ever started running to kick it.Good Grief! The bonk wasn't something that just …. happened. It was something I did to myself. It’s me. I’m the bonk. For Vernonia I was determined to break the cycle. The first thing I dialed in was effort. I was determined to maintain a consistent effort the entire way through. Part of maintaining that effort was locking in my cadence. I chose music that was 180 bpm on the dot to maintain running efficiency....