I did make it out the door on Sunday. For 2-miles. Two miles that were so slow that I couldn’t even add them to my BTT sidebar. But I did do something and I suppose that counts a little. On Monday I met Massoman at the Y and we ran the trails (while Massowoman slept in). It was a good 3-mile clip at a fairly decent pace for me – slow for Richard, I’m sure. And this morning, Cindy was kind enough to run with me for 3-miles, even though I know she was exhausted from her boot camps and weight lifting.
I have good friends, but eventually I’m going to have to learn to go it solo. It sounds weird, but training for the NYC Marathon alone is my goal. I won’t do all my runs alone, but I need to know that I can get my ass out the door and motivate myself. I like myself so I don’t know why running with just me is a problem.
Since I was needing a little motivation, I decided to re-read a few of my marathon archives. I read about my training for the Chicago 05 Marathon and how faithfully and diligent Karrie and I trained during the hottest summer months. We even ran one 27-mile run on a very sunny 96-degree day (by accident, but that’s a whole other blog post). Then I read my archives for the San Diego 06 Marathon. I read about my half-ass training and how I missed over half of my training runs only to decide that “just finishing” was my goal.
I finished the Chicago Marathon in 4:57. I finished the San Diego Marathon in 5:04. Seven. It’s only seven measly minutes between training really, really hard and not really training at all. ***Sigh***
And if you need another reason to never re-read your archives . . . I have a degree in English, and yet, obviously, I know not about this grammar thing, or spelling phenomenon. I frequently have misplaced apostrophes, run-on sentences; and a series of blatant grammatical errors that makes an elementary school drop out look like a whiz kid. Why do I let these things bother me so much?