Just signed up for another race this year. Not quite at half marathon status, but going to do a 5K a few weeks after my 5 miler.
Training sucked. Marathon Monday ruled.
Everyone talks about how there are bad runs you just have to fight through during your training. Today was one of mine. I barely made it 1.75 miles before walking the rest of the way through my required 2 miles, and then came home to do a short, but intense strength training circuit.
I’ll still be on target for my race if I hit 2.5 miles, and then
3 3.5 miles on my remaining runs this week.
As far as the marathon is concerned, I was finally able to get up close to the finish line after about 30 minutes of effort. These athletes are incredible, and will be my inspiration to get myself into fighting shape. Next year’s marathon may be too far beyond my limits right now, but the 120th in 2016? I like the sound of that. Hold me to it, internet.
The sense of community in Boston is unbelievable. I saw a runner take the time to stop by the sidelines and shake the hands of people who came out to support the runners today, and it made me a little welly. Unreal.
Even though Philly will always be my first love, I totally looked the part today. We run together. And hey, GO SOX!
Today was the best run of my training so far.
It is a gorgeous day. After slipping out of my running clothes, I’m going to take in a little more sunshine.
I thought after my first two miles, I was going to die, but I kept going. I’m glad I was able to prove myself wrong.
Despite plans knocking my training off-kilter this week, I made progress. Even weird weeks can be good ones if you get out there, I guess.
A highlight of this week has been the coconut kick I’m on. Grabbed some of the PB and the almond milk blend at Whole Foods last weekend, and have been feeling really good after using them as fuel for a week. Treat yo’self.
It’s mid-April, yet it was 32 degrees when I woke up.
I’m not a wuss, but I pay for a gym membership, so I used it.
My original intent this morning was to run one mile, and then hop on the elliptical. Instead, after getting caught up in a discussion about baseball on NESN, I completed 2.25… and since my right foot was tingling, I felt it was a good time to stop. Can I get a high five for old sports injuries?
For most people, 2.25 miles is bullshit.
Especially at my pace.
It’s a warm-up.
For me, it’s a small training milestone, and I see it as progress.
Even beyond that, it’s kind of hard not to be inspired to keep pushing as my neighborhood transforms, ahead of the marathon.
38 days until my race.
Push-ups. While on a spin bike. With arm weights.
I am dead. Dead. I took my first class at Recycle Studio tonight, and had 45 minutes of death-defying pedaling in a subterranean, candlelit studio that was just about as hot as hell.
When it’s come to work, I’ve always been someone who is ready to overcome whatever obstacles are in my way. When it’s come to fitness, and some other things, I’ve had this gross attitude of, “I can’t” for most of my life. I’m pretty over that, so I’m challenging myself in every arena.
Beyond fitness, even.
Tonight was a challenge, and I did it. So, I can. Plus, there’s some motivational poster somewhere that’s all about how the best things in life don’t come easy. If that’s the case, I’m in for some seriously good shit.
Last thing - the Boston Marathon finish line is up. This city’s resilience is inspiring, but then again, it’s not just limited to this city. Humans are resilient, for better or worse. Life knocks us down, and most of the time, we only know how to get back up… even if it takes a little bit of time.
Tomorrow should be a reminder of that particular brand of good, not just the bad. Boston Strong, baby.
Kind of a shitty run (spoiler alert: new insoles are not helping), but the scenery ain’t bad. And I’m hitting a new spin studio tomorrow after work, so whatever.
Closing out the week with a slow run & some strength training. Overall, this week has been insanity, although it started on a decent foot because I went to my very first Red Sox game.
Fenway’s kind of magical, guys. And it’s not just because of the Fenway Frank I inhaled in about a minute flat.
The rest of this week? More motivation to keep running. I have a little over a month before my race, so I’m going to start really pushing. I also have to figure out a weird issue with my right leg. Achilles tendons suck when they don’t do what they’re supposed to, my friends. Might need to buy some new kicks. Hooray.
After 10 hours (across 4 sittings), we are officially done. The final session was like therapy, for many reasons. And as you may have guessed, today is going to be a rest day from the gym.
View from Sunday’s run.
I used to only blog about advertising. Almost like I forgot about life outside of it.
And there are a lot of things that can be more fun to talk about. Starting with running.
I, too, am shocked.
For years, I’ve envied my friends at home in Philadelphia, where I moved from less than a year ago. These people run ( I mean run), and they enjoy the hell out of it. I’ve picked their collective brains at parties through the years, and am finally lacing up my kicks to add up some mileage of my own.
It’s here that I find myself, with my very first 5 mile race happening in a matter of weeks. I signed up for it as a distraction, and I’m nervous. I have two races under my belt, both 5Ks that included several walking breaks apiece. Sure, slow and steady may win the race, but I’d rather just be steady and not slow.
A few goals…
- Run my first 5 mile race in May in less than an hour
- Explore becoming a certified spin instructor
- Run Broad Street in Philly in 2015
- Run the Boston Marathon in 2015 (or 2016, let’s be honest)
- Get back on a bike that’s not for spinning - like, a real one that goes on roads - for the first time in over a decade
This should be interesting.