Monday, May 31, 2010

How is it in this big wide world of space that when running one can eat a fly? Thankfully, it wasn't me. It was a friend. Chuckle. And it was huge.

Got up early this morning to get my 60 minute run in before the heat settled in for the day. I am so happy I did because it is in the low 90's today. The new house is staying nice and cool. LOVE the ceiling fans. However, I still want central air one day! Sigh. Central air.

My goal for this year with training is to really work on my consistency. The traning calls for 6 days of running and that is REALLY hard for me. But, if I want to reach my goal of a sub 2 hour half, I am going to have to work on my consistency and get in my mileage. So far, I am off to a good start.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Flames of Hell

It is 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday, so why not write a blog post. It's been awhile since we've caught up.

You are probably wondering WTF are you doing up at 5:30? Well, I did it again. Signed up for a summer of ass kicking. This will mark my official 2nd year of marathon training. Funny thing is, I haven't decided on a marathon!! My goal this time around is to get faster and PR in a Half. I want to get in under 2 hours. Don't give a damn if the clock reads: 1:59:59 - just as long as it is under 2! A friend offered to pace me, which I might take her up on. Of course, she might have changed her mind after last week.

This past Tuesday it was freaking HOT. Like 90 hot. All of us in CNY aren't used to these high temps! Especially me. I do not do well running in the heat. It is ugly. Real ugly. Like, Bridget gets hateful, ugly. My friend, on the other hand, is a camel. The hotter, the better. She is insane, but I still like her. However, I would like to say before I go on, that I warned her.

The other important tid-bit to know is that I am slow. She is fast. Normally we don't run together because our paces are light years apart, but this week she was sick. Lucky me.

We headed out around 5 p.m. on the Erie Canal, with the temp hovering around 90. The canal, by the way, has little shade (just saying) and it wasn't far into the run I started to whine. Probably around .25 mile marker. Around mile 2.5 the wheels started t come off. Barely made it to the 3 mile mark and then had to walk. Yes. Walk. For about 40 seconds. My friend asked "Bridget, you only walked for 40 seconds, did you really need to?" YES, YES I DID BECAUSE IT IS MOTHERFUC**** HOT OUT HERE. I didn't say that, but I thought it!

Around mile 5 - I literally stopped in the middle of the trail and this is what I said...

My friend just stood there and stared at me. Thankfully, she started laughing. Not many people can handle hearing that many obscenities at one time. They tend to disintegrate or cry or pray. I don't know what happened. It was like I was possessed as I was running through the flames of hell.

We ended up running 6 miles. I survived and looked like a great big salt lick! If there were a herd of deer somewhere they would have been all over me. The thought of that kind of tickles. Sorry, off topic, anyway, I am fairly certain my friend made a pack with herself to never run with me again.