Between me having a cold, and then my 2 year old getting a cold, and my wife not getting enough of a break over the last week, I ended up not racing Sunday. Definitely not the end of the world. I missed running that race, but family first.
I’m feeling mostly better this morning. The coughing is down to a minimum. I feel lower energy than normal, but not enough to keep me out of the gym. I did heavy lifting this morning and some miles on their indoor track. Nothing spectacular in the running department, but generally some more miles for training.
I either have some kind of head cold, or some killer allergy thing going on. I’m taking my Allegra, dammit. Yes, I missed one day, but it really can’t be that, can it? *shakes fist*
I went to the gym anyway. It’s not like I feel HORRIBLE, but I feel low energy. I lifted weights, but didn’t get in a run. Nothing. I just didn’t have the juice. Mind you, I did fine. I upped my bench even more, so that I’m using two 60 pound dumbells for my dumbell bench and I’m doing all kinds of mad things for my lunges, my shoulder press, etc. I feel powerful, but without much juice. Make sense?
Have you guys heard of World Run Day? November 7th, 2004, everyone’s supposed to run, donate money to whatever charity you want, etc. This is a week before my marathon, so I’m not sure what distance I’m going to run, but what the hell?
You all want to run?
This morning, I finally understand why people are fans. There was no cost to entry. I didn’t have to work hard. I didn’t have to suffer defeat. I just had to observe. And it felt sweet. I just had a shared experience with all my colleagues, hell, with everyone I’ve seen or heard since waking this morning. People are all smiling and nodding knowingly. It’s like WE won. It’s like we held off fate and curses.
For the last several weeks, I’ve been using that growing sensation as part of my training. I’ve been clinging to the palpable sense in the air that hard work, patience, determination, and a lot of luck can pay off. And it’s made me run faster. It’s made me train harder.
The Jay Marathon looks to be the biggest thing I’ve yet found that I want to face. If you read through this site, it’s ASTOUNDING what they put you through on this course. Does your marathon have a full mile of running through a brook? Does yours have a rope crossing on a river? Do you get to run 5 miles in the mud?
The site says that if you can’t finish a marathon in 4 hours, don’t bother. Most people double or TRIPLE their PR when they run this course.
I jammed out another five miles this morning on the hamster trap. It’s all I’m going to be doing for morning runs, as darkness has descended on my poor New England village. But man, five fast miles (for me). I completed them in 47:25. That means roughly 9:30 miles (really roughly, cuz I had to use my head). Considering I’m a 10 minute miler usually at my best, I feel like a race horse.
An hour of heavy lifting followed, with some core strength thrown in, too. Today was the first day I did reverse rows, which is where you lie underneath a smith machine bar, and pull your bodyweight up to the bar, kind of like an upside-down pushup. (Do you have an image of that, or am I not explaining it right?) Anyhow, what a move. Being that I weigh 238 right now, that’s a helluva lot of weight to move up to that bar while hanging upside down. But I did two sets fairly strong. I’m Batman.
I’m sitting here thinking about personal responsibility. Funny thing is, I’m not doing much work while I’m thinking about it. And I’m drinking tea. Specifically:
I plucked a CD off the shelf at my local library and really appreciated it. Have you ever heard of the Drive By Truckers?
Friday gave me 7 miles running and an hour of heavy weight lifting. I felt godlike.
Saturday was another 5 miles, including a mile of near-vertical on an elliptical. Man, that thing really hurt my ass.
The editorial in this month’s Running Times talks about the opposite of Winning. Most people would say the opposite of winning is losing. But according to research scientist Martha Rosett Lutz, the opposite of winning is quitting.
Jonathan Beverly, the editor, goes on to say that quitting can be as brash as giving up your shoes and buying a La-Z-Boy, but it can be as subtle as giving up during the tough part of a race. Similarly, winning can be something other than crossing the finish line first. You win by beating a personal record, or by just finishing the race, etc.