So I've made the decision to train for the Rock 'n' Roll half marathon on June 27th, 2009. Check it out here: http://www.rnrseattle.com/ What helped me to make the decision to run a half marathon? I'm totally beyond flippin' crazy. I also must give a blameful honorable mention to my sister-in-law Heather for being crazier than I am (she's running the FULL marathon) and convincing me that "I can do it!", and to my brother Reid for giving in and running too, and for the sharp cheddar cheese that keeps me at an unhappy dress size. Ah...the power of cheese.
The training for week 1 was seemingly easy-peasy. After all, I've been playing soccer at least once a week for the past 3 years and working out at least once a week on top of that. How hard could it be?
Hard.
Monday and Tuesday I ran for 15 minutes. Thursday I ran for 20 minutes. Sunday I ran for 2.5 miles. I ran into one little blip on Sunday when in the middle of my run, nature called in a big way. I think it was a long distance call... I had to pause regularly scheduled programming and make a bee line for the restroom. I know...too much information.
Back to the training...
15 mins, 20 mins, 2.5 miles sounds reasonable and easy right? Well, I'm running (pun INTENDED) into 2 MAJOR roadblocks. 1) When I was a youngster I was stupid enough to smoke. I believe smoking majorly f'ed up my lungs and made breathing while running impossible and 2) Boredom. At my gym the treadmills face a white wall that says "Please wipe your stations after use." There's only so many times you can read that before you want to up the treadmill speed to maximum and fling yourself off the back. "Whoops, sorry gym patron, didn't mean to fly into you, I was experiencing extreme boredom. It will probably happen again."
I found myself thinking of very odd things during my boredom state:
A Hall and Oates and Kenny G tour. Triple threat. Awesome.
Did the guy next to me just fart? It sure smells and tastes like he did.
If I licked the treadmill handle, I bet I'd get the plague...and herpes.
If I run 5 extra minutes, I could eat a slice of sharp cheddar and not feel TOO guilty.
The skinny beeotch on the elliptical machine needs to eat more cheese and stop moving like she's got a ginormous stick in her bum. In my head I will now refer to her as "Butt Stick Broad."
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not even considering quitting, I'm just complaining. In fact, for some weird reason I find myself even more motivated to keep at it. I know I can do this, I just have to remain positive and maybe get a prescription for a mood stabilizer.
Goals for week 2: 1) Start using my inhaler and quit complaining about my lungs. 2) Make Butt Stick Broad smile. 3) Run outside.
I can do it. Heather says so.
Peace.
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Love it!!!!! Keep up the good work. You CAN do it! Heather said so! And I know so!
ReplyDeleteIt will get easier. You can come up here and run around the neighborhood. I'll carry a block of cheese to motivate you.
ReplyDeleteYou can do it! They're called dreadmills for a reason. Take your inhaler and go outside. Try a lap around Greenlake this weekend. It's about 3 miles and there are LOTS of interesting people to keep you entertained.
ReplyDeleteI'll tell ya; this morning I ran 50 feet to the honey bucket from my van and man was I winded. You've got a good groove on Babies. Keep it up!
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