Saturday, May 26, 2012

Last weekend I ran a half marathon. It sucked.  Sucked bad.  It was in the high 80's and the course was a BORING flat out and back.  I managed to keep a 9:30 pace for the first 10 miles and then the wheels came off.  It was so hot and there was barely any shade.  Ended up walking quite a few times till mile 11. Thankfully a friend caught up with me and kept me going till the end.  End time was not my best by far, but not my worst -- 2:13 and some change.

I knew going into the race it was going to be a tough run because I haven't been running much.  Only getting in 2-3 runs a week with low mileage long runs. I have to keep remind myself that this is a killer time without training, but it still stings a little.

Every single year I go through this -- I know what I need to do, but I have to get out the door to do it. If I focus on my training I could have the "potential" to have a great year.  But it is the defining of what is a great year that stumps me and what I think stops me from doing what I need to do. 

At the moment I am reading "A Life Without Limits" by Chrissie Wellington and it is a great book. She really gives you things to think about and this one part (of many) really struck a cord " Begin by establishing where it is you want to get to by the season's end, then establish where you are not, and then set about drawing up the journey in between, working backward from the end. It is no use knowing where you are now and assuming you will get to your goal somehow, nor will it help knowing where your goal is and ignoring your current state."

My problem is I don't know how to identify the "where it is you want to get to." This is why I feel I struggle so much each season with training.  No necessarily the physical part of training, but the mental. It comes down the harsh reality that I don't like putting attention on myself.  I rather put my energy into others.  I've always been this way.  It used to drive my dad nuts when it came to me and sports.

The other part of her book that really hit home was when she talked about the difference between pleasing people and making people happy.  I am the same in this regards.  Try to please people is futile and can only make yourself miserable, but being a good person and helping a person be happy is different.  It is why I am loving being the president of the Tri club.  This is a way for me to help people be happy, but it is also an easy way to deflect any attention from myself.  When I say that I mean for me to concentrate on me and my goals. It easier for me to focus my energy to others instead of myself.  I don't know why. Maybe it is because I have this strong drive to make a difference. That is the whole reason why I took on being president.

*Sigh*  I have to figure this out. Where is it that want to go?  Can someone tell me?

Monday, May 07, 2012

                                          Thank you, Mountain Goat.  Thanks for the burn.

Yep. Forgot to put sunscreen on.  Three beers into the post-race party I started to feel a little crispy, but I didn't care.  Today.  I care. OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

In other news -- my new favorite blog:


Thursday, May 03, 2012

Who had the dumbass idea for me to run with a greyhound fresh off the track in a 5k!? WHO!

Oh. Wait. It was me.  I am the dumbass.

Sunday was a fundraiser for the CNY SPCA called the Six-legged 5k.  It is a no frills run for a great organization. Last year, Bill ran it with Lily and this year I thought I would join the fun and run it with our foster, Pirate. 

We load them up in the car and Lily's whole body was vibrating from excitement. Pirate, however, was clueless, but excited to be along for whatever adventure we were heading off too. When we arrived at the park we had at least 30-40 minutes before the start of the race.  Instead of waiting in the cold we thought we would hang out in the car till closer to the race.  Lily thought that was a super shitty idea. After 2 minutes of her constant whining I couldn't take it anymore and got them out of the car.

Pirate was very overwhelmed with all the other dogs.  Greyhounds live a very sheltered life on the track.  The only other dogs they see are their own kind and this was clearly blowing his mind.  He was extremely well mannered, but the"WTF" expression in his eyes was comical.

On the other hand, Lily was not well mannered.  She is like that screaming child in the supermarket. Annoys everyone around and embarrasses the crap out of the parents. I wouldn't stand near her or Bill.  Instead, I pretended I didn't know them.  But it didn't work.  Everyone knew.  And Lily did too and proceeded to act even more obnoxious. 

See.  Lily is competitive.  VERY competitive and lacks patience.  She knew there was a race and she wanted to go IMMEDIATELY and be up front.  Why can't I be like that?  At the start line she was barking, bouncing up and down and acting like a giant ASS.

The race starts and we all surge forward.  Bye-bye Bill.  Lily was starting him off at a nice leisurely 7 minute pace. Baaaahhhhhhaaaaaaaa....sucker.  Meanwhile, I am with Pirate who is like WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!  We start running and this woman with a 6 ft FLEXI LEAD that was extended all the way to the end and her beagle go in-between my legs, wrapping the leash around my leg. All I can say is thank god for yoga balance exercises because I almost face planted on the pavement while holding a sprinting greyhound.

Pirate was HAULING ass down the parkway dragging me along the way.  And it is on video.  Lovely.  Thanks, Helene!  You see our appearance a couple times -- one when I lost my phone at the beginning, but the real fun begins at the 3:12 minute mark. You also HEAR Lily about the 1:00 minute mark and then see them fly by.

Lily beat my 5k PR by running 25 minutes. My DOG beat me. There is something so wrong about that statement. 

Pirate and I did 30 minutes.  He crashed and burned at the half way point.  Thank God for small favors.