I just ran a quick 5K during lunch at the gym down the street. I did it kind of fartlek style (varying speeds), and for whatever reason, though I pushed myself frequently up into 7.5 and 8 MPH speeds, I finished slower than one I did earlier in the month.
Earlier time: 27 minutes.
This time: 28:30.
Did you guys see The Incredibles yet? If you use the “it’s a kid movie” thing, I’ll clobber you. To me, the movie was a perfect picture into how I feel about my professional life.
See the guy in the insurance office? Slumped and grey? That’s me.
While I’m hard at work trying to carve another 30 pounds off my body, I’m paying close attention to what’s going into the engine, and how I’m choosing to burn it back out. Now, I eat really healthy for the most part. I’m well read on nutrition, eat nearly all my calories for value (high fiber, or good antioxidant level, or great protein count, etc.) Still, I’m finding lots of little places where extra calories were adding up.
Breakfast: when I eat at home, I don’t get a big omelette stuffed with light sausage and feta, I don’t eat both slices of buttered toast, and I don’t finish my daughter’s uneaten 1/2 of a large chocolate chip pancake. Instead, I have either a bowl of wheat bran flakes with more bran, raisins, and 1% milk, or oatmeal and similar. 300 fewer calories, at least.
It’s truly a remarkable feeling to find dozens and dozens of comments and praise related to my race report. You were all very kind, very invigorating, and each and every one of you gave me a special feeling right here in my nostrils.
There were four worthwhile pictures. (If for whatever reason, you can’t see the pics here, they’re posted here.)
I started out strong. I was slapping people’s hands and shouting “Wooo!!!!!”, until people said, “Quit that. What are you doing? I can’t hear the race director.” Then, the guy said “go.” Trust me, if it wasn’t snowing, I wouldn’t have had a clue where to go. Luckily, at the back of the pack, I had plenty of people to follow.
I’m out walking around (some advice a friend gave me, because he said that otherwise, I’d seize up), so I went by the library to post a quick one.
First thing, there SO much to tell about this story, most of it funny. Secondly, I cannot believe it took just a minute shy of 7 HOURS to run the daggone thing. There are two ways I see this: one, I was slowed by snow, broken shoelaces, other issues that will be mentioned later, but two, what a feat of endurance separate to speed.
For the record, I think Richard gave me the advice to eat a huge pre-marathon LUNCH instead a huge supper. So, the company caf offerings were: fish sandwich, potato pancake, and gumbo. I had all three, chucking the bread from the fish sandwich. The gumbo was a bad idea. The rest was good.
I’m antsy, but I have to be, right? Every little ache is magnified. I feel like, “What if *that* little sore spot on my foot is going to erupt into something horrible?” I wonder about the back twang. My throat feels a little raw. You know, basically, everything’s okay, but I’m so hyper-aware that EVERYTHING feels wrong. Broken. Bent.