NYC Recap.

I made a promise to myself this weekend: no more running marathons untrained. I finished the NYC marathon for the second time, but it wasn’t pretty. With all of life’s events, including two weeks of being sick, I was trained for about ten miles and ran a solid ten miles. The last sixteen were terrible. There were people walking faster than I was running. I got passed by old people, people in costumes, and even people limping. It was brutal. I finished and that’s always good, but I committed to myself that, going forward, finishing will never be enough. It’s time to do more than finish. It’s time to perform. Continue reading

A Weighty Matter.

I got a stern talking to last night. Dave and I were talking via Facetime, and I told him that I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror at the gym during my trainer session last night. I’d done so well last year losing a bunch a weight, and these last few months, it’s been creeping back on. My pear shape is returning. Of course, since Dave’s a boy, I didn’t put it quite that way, but I did express my disapproval with my body, and he went off on me – in the most loving way – about loving myself and accepting myself as I am.  Continue reading

A Steely Resolve.

With my big race behind me for the year, I’ve been refocusing myself on training for the Portland marathon and getting ready for Dave to be in town. Overall, I’ve slowed down quite a bit. I’m resting more, have less on my calendar, and have even seen some movies this week – Begin Again and Obvious Child. Tonight I’ll see Tammy. It’s been lovely. I’m trying to use this period before Dave gets here as a reset of sorts – resetting my schedule, my goals and my mind. Continue reading

A Week Off.

After my big race last weekend, I gave myself the week off before starting training towards the Portland Marathon. I ran twice – on Thursday and Saturday – but otherwise just let myself sleep in and rest. It was nice, but I’m ready to get back to training. I enjoy it too much not to do it, and I know I’m capable of more consistent training that I’ve done the first part of the year. Continue reading

The 4:40 Alarm.

Six weeks from today, I’ll be flying to Coeur d’Alene to race in my fifth Ironman. My crazy pre-race psychology has kicked in. When my alarm went off this morning at 4:40 for a 5:30 spin class, I was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, but a little voice in my head said, “If you don’t make this class today, you won’t finish Coeur d’Alene.” Now rationally I know that no single spin class will make or break a season of training, but I’m not always rational, especially six weeks before a race. So up I got and to spin I went. Continue reading

A Track Workout.

On Sunday morning, I hit the track for mile repeats. My training plan called for at least two mile repeats on a 9:20 pace. I did this same workout back on February 23. Back then, I only managed two repeats and I barely hit my target time. I did the first at 9:18 and the second at 9:20 and felt so exhausted that I called it a day. Today, I managed four repeats and was much faster: 9:08, 9:00, 8:54 and 9:01. I might have had a fifth mile in me, but I called it a day at four. A good day. I like seeing progress, and today was definitely progress. Go me. Continue reading