Okay. I’ll tell you my secret. I signed up for (another) half marathon. This time I wanted to keep it on the D.L. because (a) I’ve been sucky about training for it and (b) my track record with actually RUNNING the half marathons I sign up for is pretty dismal…we’re talking 1 for 4 at this point. So I didn’t want to over-promise. I’ve had this happen to me WAY too many times, and I’ve learned my lesson about committing to something before I’m sure I’ll actually end up doing it.
But!! The half is in exactly five days (this Sunday), and I think I’ll actually do it! Can you believe it? I can’t. I seriously, really, for reals, have NOT been training. I’m not saying that in a “I’ve ONLY been running 15 miles a WEEK!” way; I mean that I have done exactly 4 training runs since, oh, last March or so. Then about four weeks ago, I looked at the calendar and was like, “CRAP, I haven’t been working out and I’m supposed to run a half marathon in a month. I suck.”
Als0, it’s annoying when a blogger promises to do/write/update/deliver something and then fails. And I know I’ve been an offender from time to time. Okay, a lot of the time. Okay, I’m like the worst offender on the Internet. Which is why I love you people for continuing to read and comment.
The good news is, I think I’m going to be able to finish the race. At this point that’s all I can hope for, since I’m definitely not going to beat my PR-slash-only time of 2:15 – sad, but true.
With careful advice from my brother-in-law’s new girlfriend-slash-former-Canadian-Olympic-team-triathlete (BOOYA), I’ve been managing to pull off some decent runs. Last week, I did a full 10-miler with minimal pain or mental infirmity at the end. I accomplished this by going early in the morning, before it got too hot, and doing 5-and-1’s the whole time (run five minutes, walk one).
All of this is boring to most of you, but here’s what might not be: in the past couple of weeks, I’ve discovered a teensy bud of love for running. It’s nothing to write home about at this point, but it’s something. It’s this little voice in the back of my head, when I’m running and rocking out to good music, that says, “I like this.”
I can’t really say what has changed – but part of it is that I’ve started going by myself a lot more. I love Dave to death (obviously) but I think running together all the time was starting to get rough on both of us. I would feel bad for holding him back, and he would feel bad for getting frustrated with me when I whined, or fake-fell, or yelled at him for looking at my jiggly cheeks, or whatever. It’s still nice to start and finish runs together, but I’ve been doing the bulk of my long distances alone – just me, my iPod, and the goose shit.
Seriously, geese make human-sized turds. It’s frightening.
This is a good thing, because last night I baked a cake and ate the whole thing in one sitting. I told myself it was my dinner, but the three extra pounds the scale had for me this morning said otherwise.