13 miles complete…overall it was a great run despite the fact that I had to squeeze it in today. Miguel had a soccer tournament this weekend in Austin. It would have been ideal to run in Austin, but I wasn’t prepared. We got home in the late afternoon, I changed into my running attire, and took off while Miguel & Tomate stayed home to watch the Superbowl (a.k.a Prince half time show). Miguel was totally passed out by the time I got home - not his kind of futbol. Anyway, it became an evening run, the sun went down after the first 4 miles so I had to run the rest in the dark. The weather was good, in the low 60’s when I started running, then the temperature dropped about 10 degrees during the course of my run…which made it a little more comfortable. Anyway, I felt great, not tired, no aches, no breathing problems, and I didn’t feel the blisters on my feet until about the last 1/2 mile.
Daily Archive for February 4th, 2007
“Suffering ceases to be suffering in some way at the moment it finds meaning.” -Victor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
“There is more to be learned in one day of discomfort, poverty and anxiety than in a lifetime of apparent happiness, security, riches and power.” Ralph Stanbury
Well, I did my 13 miler yesterday–and Sally her 8 as she mentioned earlier.
I was hesitating about this run for several reasons. Not the least of which was the weather. But also that this has been the apex of my previous training for half-marathons. (Interestingly, on a side note, my first half marathon was The Lakeshore Marathon in Chicago–AND IT WAS A DISASTER. Not from my running or Sally’s for that matter, who ran the whole marathon. But it was a disaster from the stand point that it was horribly managed. And I just came across this REVIEW and APOLOGY. About time…)
Today I decided to not flirt with disaster. The wind chill was even worse than yesterday, and I was having to talk myself into running, which is a prime situation in which to make a very serious mistake. After making my decision, Lumpy told me that he had been tossing around the idea of talking me out of my run today, as well. Great minds…
I am running three 20 milers during this training, and I’m thinking ahead, for the first time in my “running career.” Feels right. I’d rather kick the 20 milers rear ends than hurt myself doing the 17.
Ran yesterday with The Lump for the last 8 of his 13. I felt bad because I apparently have gotten faster (thank you, Tucker), and I kept pushing his pace. Not what he needed on a -25°F day. My apologies. It was quite interesting, cold, and fun - for me, at least. I had a few brief moments of panic when I first started running. Guinness, of course, had to stop a few times, I had to stop to use the port-o-potty , etc., and my feet got really, really cold. Once I got going again, they were fine, but I had quite an initial scare, and will take care not to let THAT happen again.
Once again, we celebrate our weekly long run/non-run/crappy run/any run we remember having done in the past, with champagne. So, once we pop the cork, here’s to the wisdom to know what disaster is, how to avoid it, keeping warm, and knowing that the road ahead will be full of even more challenge, and in my case, three 20 mile training runs that are begging to get smacked around and told who’s boss.
And now, the next installment of my deconstruction of How to run 50 marathons in 50 days.
Today, one of my favorites.
