How far would you go to help someone else finish? http://bit.ly/1swJ9mv
This year I have run all 6 of the 5 Boro races… 4 half marathons, a 10k and a 10 mile run. Two of those were during my marathon training, but it’s th every last race (The Staten Island Half) where I showed the most improvement. After crawling over the line in just under 2 hours in March for the NYC half (I started way too quickly, and practically came to a stop in the last half mile), I missed the 2 hour mark for the Brooklyn Half my 11 seconds.
For Staten Island though, I came in almost 4 minutes under the 2 hour mark, having lost 3 minutes on mile 4 for an unscheduled pitstop. This was my first chance to see my training really come in to play, and at 18 seconds per mile quicker than my previous PR, it’s was a real lift. Not only that, but I completed another 9 miles after the race for a total of 22 – but THAT hurt.
13 days to do. It’s a flex day today, but I’m taking the day off.
salomonrunning’s photo on Instagraminstagram.com Maybe next year!
nicerunningday: Steve Ovett, Steve Cram and Sebastian Coe at LA84. Many great runners from Great Britain!
nicerunningday: Great way to end a XC race. That’s one determined guy!
Today is the first day of my marathon taper, and the first day I have moved my blog away from the evil clutches of Google over to the (slightly) less evil Tumblr. Let’s see how that goes.
On July 13th 2012, I wrote this:
“So while I am not exactly balding, over-weight or suffering from senior-skin syndrome, I do in fact feel very 40. For most of this year I have been struggling with chronic back pain caused by a herniated L5 disc, and a growing feeling of losing the moment to ever get into shape is intimately paralyzing. If I’m honest, I’ve never really loved exercise in the crazy way you’re supposed to. Never really loved the agony of pushing myself to the limit, the feeling of about to puke because I ran just one more mile, or the feeling of being sweat saturated and sun-lashed. But, I am told, that’s because I am out of shape and don’t exercise. Apparently, if I just push through for long enough, I’ll start to love it. So, I’m going to become a runner. Yes. That’ll be me jogging in the bike line, startling your dog and flicking sweat in your face feeling all smug and superior. I’ll be loving the pain and begging for more. Apparently.”
And here I am two years later, less than 2 weeks away from running the NYC Marathon in 2014. It’s been a 2 year journey that is moments away from the climax, when I find out whether it was all worth it. Today’s ‘long run’ wasn’t really that long, in the scheme of things (10 miles) and it’s all down hill from here until the big day.