...of the start of the marathon/half-marathon summer training program meeting. Yep folks, I've done it again. Forked over my 30 bucks to the good folks at the CTC, and put my summer leisure time in the hands of Coach Mark. And this time around I even joined the CTC. So there you go.
I'm leaning toward the Buck Mountain Half Marathon, but I worry about it being a little too low-key. There were only 80 finishers last year - I'd be last or next to last, for sure. But hey, it's a marked course, with clocks and stuff. And I know at least one other person who is going to run it. I figure if it goes REALLY well, I could just up and run Richmond four weeks later. But I just can't mentally commit to another marathon right now, not with a long and humid summer stretching out in front of me.
I felt oddly bittersweet about reupping. Invigorated with the thought of engaging my body and brain in that way again. But sad, almost to the point of tears, that I'll never have another first marathon. I could run a 4 hour marathon, and I don't think it will ever feel as good to cross the finish line as it did in Richmond. It wasn't until I missed my goal in the ten-miler 4.5 months later that I came down off that high.
What's that old camp song? "I can't be contented with yesterday's glories..." Indeed. So I'm looking for new glory. In the form of 10:30 miles for the half. Scoff all you want, fast athletes, this is a BIG DEAL for me. It's going to take a radically different program than I had last summer to get there. I'm hoping to put in good long runs on Saturdays, big workouts on Mondays (be it running, cross training, or some combo of both), and little workouts during lunch Tuesday through Friday. That's six days a week. Last summer, I don't think I ever once ran and/or worked out more than four days, and usually only 3. By doing a half, I have the luxury of concentrating on quality, rather than quantity. Not having to squeeze in 8 miles on a weekday will really free me up to do other things - drills, speedwork, strength.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!
Better late than never, right?
Yes, Mama has been slacking on blogging lately, please forgive her. Not much to blog, really. I haven't been running much, just a few short runs here and there. My new job and new gym mean that I can now work out during my lunch hour. So I'm shooting for 3 short lunchtime workouts (strength training or swimming), 1 long run on Saturday and 1 long workout (strength and swim or run) on my 1 weekday off. Naturally, it went great for about 2 weeks. Then a hectic week at work, and then the newest cold from day care. So I'm feeling pretty schlumpfy.
I have an appointment for a swim lesson on Monday as part of my new member stuff at the gym. I did a personal training session a couple of weeks ago and it totally sucked. I told the guy I wanted to learn some new core exercises. And what did we do? Everything *but* core. Sigh. Not rocket science, fella, give the lady what she wants. Let me figure out how to adjust the seat on the weight machine on my own time, okay? I've got one more session to use after the swim lesson, so we'll see what comes of it.
The meeting for the summer distance running training program is in just over a week. I have to pick a race, and get my mind in the game. Now that Max is sleeping till a ridiculously late hour (that I dare not post here for fear of incurring the wrath of mothers of toddlers everywhere), I am loathe to drag my butt out of bed at 5:15 a.m. Hey, at least I don't have to pump.
In honor of Mother's Day, here's a pic of Max and me. From behind, so you can fully appreciate the junk that has accumulated in my trunk since November. Maybe Stacy and Clinton are right that women of a certain age (and apparently that age is 32) shouldn't wear shorts. But, I figure with the cred of the number on the shirt, I can wear what I damn well please.
In case you're wondering, yes, my 16 month old *is* that tall. And yes, I *am* that short.
Yes, Mama has been slacking on blogging lately, please forgive her. Not much to blog, really. I haven't been running much, just a few short runs here and there. My new job and new gym mean that I can now work out during my lunch hour. So I'm shooting for 3 short lunchtime workouts (strength training or swimming), 1 long run on Saturday and 1 long workout (strength and swim or run) on my 1 weekday off. Naturally, it went great for about 2 weeks. Then a hectic week at work, and then the newest cold from day care. So I'm feeling pretty schlumpfy.
I have an appointment for a swim lesson on Monday as part of my new member stuff at the gym. I did a personal training session a couple of weeks ago and it totally sucked. I told the guy I wanted to learn some new core exercises. And what did we do? Everything *but* core. Sigh. Not rocket science, fella, give the lady what she wants. Let me figure out how to adjust the seat on the weight machine on my own time, okay? I've got one more session to use after the swim lesson, so we'll see what comes of it.
The meeting for the summer distance running training program is in just over a week. I have to pick a race, and get my mind in the game. Now that Max is sleeping till a ridiculously late hour (that I dare not post here for fear of incurring the wrath of mothers of toddlers everywhere), I am loathe to drag my butt out of bed at 5:15 a.m. Hey, at least I don't have to pump.
In honor of Mother's Day, here's a pic of Max and me. From behind, so you can fully appreciate the junk that has accumulated in my trunk since November. Maybe Stacy and Clinton are right that women of a certain age (and apparently that age is 32) shouldn't wear shorts. But, I figure with the cred of the number on the shirt, I can wear what I damn well please.
In case you're wondering, yes, my 16 month old *is* that tall. And yes, I *am* that short.
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