|New gear was my motivation.|
I had dinner with Lee a couple of weeks ago and asked, out of curiosity, if there were any upcoming half marathons. I knew all the usual ones — December through May — but she informed me that there was actually one in St. Petersburg in November. If I wanted to run it, I had just three months to train. I always train for four months, and I always follow a beginner's training plan, which always assumes that you have been running consistently for at least six months. I've usually not been running for at least six months. A three-month training plan was and is daunting.
This week, though, I decided to give it a try. I haven't signed up for the half marathon yet (I'm going to wait until I have at least three weeks under my belt), but I ran five times, and, despite the early mornings and incredible soreness, I am still alive and did not skip a single run.
|Second run--just getting through the mileage.|
Each night, I made a promise to myself that I would get up at 5:00 a.m. to make it to the gym by 5:30 a.m. This happened exactly zero times. 6:30 isn't too shabby, though.
|Third run--I did a bit of fartlek on this run, too.|
I can't bear the sun and heat right now, so I've completed all of my runs at the gym. I've been listening to Fresh Air and WTF (Marc Maron) podcasts. I particularly like the Marc Maron podcast because the interviews are longer, funny, and very in-depth.
My legs have been killing me (calves tight, hips achy, thighs sore), so I was really looking forward to my three-mile run on Saturday. It's also nice that it was only three miles because I obsessively look at the treadmill to see how much distance I've covered.
I dreaded the six-mile run on Sunday. I was worried that it would be a repeat of the eight-mile run I'd attempted with Lee a while back. I decided I would take it reaaallly slow and just try to cover the distance.
As it turned out, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I sped up when I could. I'm disappointed that I wasn't able to get a picture of the six-mile run (with just half a mile to go, I accidentally hit the "cool down" or "clear" button when I was adjusting my speed, and the timer started over). My guess is that I finished at 63 or 64 minutes.
Throughout this week, I've wondered why I'm doing this to myself. Why not just read or watch a movie or sleep in on the weekend? I'm in pain and I'm hungrier than ever. I guess my answer is that I'm really goal-oriented, so having a plan with set distances helps fulfill that need to achieve, and also because it gives my days some purpose — beyond raising the kids and a job — something that is just for me. I hope that I keep up with it, and I look forward to it getting easier!