Based on all my life tracking resources (Facebook, Blog, Twitter), I haven’t run in a race since the half I ran in Oct. 2011. How is that even possible? I think between helping Jeremy find jobs, and then finding myself a job 2012 just got away from me. It’s not that I didn’t run or workout; I did. But just not seriously. I am about to register for the Silver Comet 10k.
Oddly, I’ve never run a 10k before. I’ve run 5k’s, Four Milers, and a Half but not a 10k. I’m kind of excited for the distance. It’s long enough that I feel like I actually need to do some training, but not so long that it takes up a huge amount of time.
I found this training plan on Health.com. I liked that it assumed you have some level of fitness and that is only four weeks. I started this week, so actually I have five weeks giving myself a little wiggle room. Here’s the plan. Clicking on the picture will take you to the full plan plus one for a half.
So here we go. First race in Atlanta and Item #22 on the list.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve seriously considered running a half marathon in February. I even made a training calendar.
I’ve thought and thought and decided that I’m just not ready. I’m so glad that I ran in October, but training is tough. I don’t think I’m hard core enough yet to run outside all winter in the cold and the wind. This is New Hampshire not North Carolina; when it gets cold it gets really cold. Also, my job this year is really challenging. I’m not sure I can commit hours each weekend to running. (I’m slow; training to run 13 miles takes me hours).
I’m not done running though. I think I will do this year’s Will Run for Beer. I love those races. I love the people that run those races. I need pressing goals or I slack off. Hopefully, I can still run a few races with Miriam. I PR’d the 5k I ran with her; I think she’s good luck.
If you haven’t read Animal Farm by George Orwell, you should. It’s one of my favorite books of all time. In the book there is a character named Boxer. Boxer is a work-horse who gives his all to the cause. I’ve always identified with Boxer, who’s catch phrase is “I will work harder.” At the Smuttynose Rockfest Half Marathon, I felt more like Boxer than ever. I felt like a Budweiser Clydesdale as the hundreds of Kentucky Derby bound, racing horses thundered by me. I did not let their relative speed and my relative slowness defeat me. I know some people disparage slow runners, but I’d rather be a slow runner than sit on the couch all day long.
With the exception of being really thirsty for the last three miles and the almost constant downpour, I felt good for the entire race. When I crossed the finish line though I thought my legs would give out. They felt so sore and tired. Keep in mind the longest distance I had ever run was nine miles, and let me tell you those four miles make a big difference.
Overall, I think it was a successful half marathon. Melinda and I stayed together for the entire race. Jeremy rode his bike out to see us at mile 8 and mile 10. It was really nice to see him on the course. He generously stood around in the rain all day to be supportive while I, as he called it, participated in some self-torture.
Melinda had some serious shoe problems during the race that left her in a Curt Schilling, bloody sock scenario. The foot pain put her in a less than pleasant mood. Between her sock and the constant rain we were certainly slowed down some, which kept me from meeting my goal by five minutes.
As with any Loco race, the volunteers were superb. They were kind, cheerful, supportive and there even for the slow runners. With that said, I had imagined the Smuttynose Rockfest to be a bit different. I thought there would be a band at the end; there wasn’t – maybe the rain kept them away. I thought the beer tent would allow the people who stood in the rain for hours to support runners in to buy a drink; it didn’t. I thought I would be on a virtually traffic free course; I wasn’t.
Would I run another half? Maybe. I loved how flat this course was and how pretty the surrounding neighborhoods were. One thing I have absolutely no desire to do is to run a full marathon. That looked brutal.
I’d like to be faster. “I will work harder.”
Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I am running 13.1 miles.
Today I am a little bit scared, a little bit excited, and a little bit in disbelief.
- to make it through alive
- to run at my own pace
- to enjoy a delicious Smuttynose at the end.
Right now rain is in the forecast. I’m not mentally prepared to run in the rain. For weeks, I have been imagining a warm, sunny fall day. I’m trying to change my mental picture right now.
I’m infinitely glad that my friend Melinda is here to run with me, otherwise I might be curled in a ball somewhere crying.
Here’s a few snippets from my running history:
Maybe I Am A Runner
I Am Not a Runner
Learning to Run
Tomorrow I’ll add a whole new dimension.
Wow last week was busy and this week will be even busier. Here’s a little bulleted update on what’s been going on around here.
- I finished working at the restaurant I’ve been working at since May. Apparently, I’ll be missed.
- We didn’t loose power during Tropical Storm Irene, but tons of people around us did. Vermont and northern NH still need a ton of clean up. I’m planning to give blood this week.
- I had professional development days all last week at school. I think my room is set up, and I think I’m ready. It’s really hard to ever be 100% ready though.
- Every afternoon I came home completely and utterly exhausted. The first two weeks back to school are always a whirlwind.
- Thursday night we went to see The Weepies, so even though I was tired, I wasn’t too tired for good music. It was such an awesome show. They seemed to really enjoy themselves too.
- On Saturday, I ran NINE MILES! I never thought I would be able to run so far. I ran most of the half course with Jeremy. I had some weird foot spasms at mile 8. I’m pretty sure I need to get new shoes ASAP. After running nine miles and running on the course, I really feel like I can do the half now.
Hopefully I’ll post more regularly this week, but with the start of school my priority is mainly to live.
Happy Labor Day!