The Pisgah Mountain 23K trail race.
Okay, I admit it. I just raced something a little over my fitness level. It’s a MOUNTAIN. I kind of forgot that when I signed up. I figured, well, a hilly trail run, right? with elevation changes of 900 feet at a time over a mile or so, you get the feeling really quickly that you’re on a MOUNTAIN and not a hill.
39 Degrees, and coming up to 61. Aieeee. I had a waffle *and* a bagel with peanut butter for breakfast, as there are HOURS between my breakfast and the race. I might have a Clif bar just before, too. To make sure I’ve got my food. I’ve had 40 ounces of water, and some tea (Egyptian Licorice). Here’s hoping. I’ll give you results audibly some time later today.
I’m in the most expensive Super 8 motel in the world. It cost me $109 for one night. I said, “Are you kidding? Where I’m from, these places are last resort.” Obviously not exactly sealing my friendship with the front desk. But I’m in butt-fk nowhere, and I’m paying city rates for a crappy motel? Anyhow…
It’s 39 degrees fahrenheit right now. Oi.
I did nine miles this morning. I really only meant to do eight, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see where a previously unnoticed piece of single track went. Well, it went somewhere neato, but then I forgot to figure out which direction was ultimately the way I needed to go afterwards. Yeah, whatever. I had a great time, and it didn’t matter.
When I go out racing this Sunday, I’ll post via Audioblogger a quick recap of the event. As I’ll have no access to a browser (I don’t think), that’s probably the best way for me to do it.
But what the hell was this guy thinking?
I woke up this morning not feeling much like running. So, I didn’t. I went to the gym to lift weights instead. I won’t bug you with the details. I just worked on building my upper body strength, and pushed around lots of metal. I worked a lot on my core strength as well. This afternoon at lunch, I’ll go work my legs, too. I’ll give them a serious thrashing.
And then tomorrow, I’ll throw eight more miles on the pile.
Thank you, Richard Feynman.
I was just talking to Kat about this Sunday afternoon. Since when did six miles start to feel like no big deal? Do you know it was only four months ago that I ran my first 5K? And I was worried about not finishing for whatever reason. Holy cow.
The first four miles were swell. I did them six minutes faster than normal. By mile 10, I was still feeling super-hero-like, so when I got to the point where I could measure the same first four minutes, I raced it again. I came in five minutes faster than normal. Can you imagine? Ten miles into a 15 mile run and I was still coming up with little games.
And that’s the trick.
The best thing I’ve done since September 11th was take control of my life. Most of that is reflected in my weight loss, in my improved self-esteem, and in my new goals surrounding even better fitness. I am completely different from the guy three years ago. Only the genes are the same.
Want a little butt kicking for cross training? Try tennis. Man, that really works other parts of you out, and keeps your cardio right up there. I’m just starting out, so it’s a little more jumpy than need be, but really fun.
Tennis Welcome Center has lots of information.