So Jaime and I knocked out our second 16 mile long run this past weekend. I’ve probably said it before, but I severely enjoy every weekend being a new personal record. I will be a little sad when the marathon and associated training is over, and my Nike running app stops telling me that I just broke a new record for my longest run.
And yes, I am excited that we just ran 16 miles. And like most things, if I am excited about it I either:
a)rush head long into it, spending exorbitant amounts of money without thinking, and end up about a week later with buyer’s remorse, a lot of stuff I don’t need, and a lot less excitement or
b) talk about it insistently (which I could have sworn was spelled “incessentatly” but that word apparently does not existiate)… or write a blog post about it.
For those on the edge of your seat, I have chosen option b when it comes to our marathon training. The poor folks that work around me or talk to me for any length of time get to hear me blabber on about the Paleo diet (check out premadepaleohawaii.com, my OTHER new blog), CrossFit, or marathon training. I realize I just want people to be impressed as I am that we ran 16 miles, so I always find a casual, creative way to bring it up in conversation.
Coworker A: “So we went to the movies this weekend, saw Sinister. I had really high expectations, but it turned out to be a little hokey in the end.”
Me: “Ah, Sinister. Like when Jaime and I ran 16 miles this weekend.”
Coworker B: “My daughter has decided to join a commune in central Oklahoma. We are really concerned about her because the leader of the commune is a registered sex offender and all of the other members of the commune seem to be women between the ages of 18 and 22.”
Me: “Ah, commune. Like when Jaime and I ran 16 miles this weekend.”
So to any of you folks who have had to deal with this particular obnoxious side of me, let me go ahead and apologize now. It is hard work being this self-aware, and I will try to reign in my excitement.
Okay, but that is not the point of this post. Sometimes when I talk about marathon training, a small group of people actually don’t roll their eyes and pretend to pay attention while they try to recite the alphabet backwards silently. They listen intently, reflect on their own fitness, and say, “I could never run five miles much less a 16. That is just a bridge too far.” To be fair, they never actually use the words “a bridge too far,” but covers a lot more ground than what they normally say.
And to that end (i.e. this IS the point of this post), I have started reflecting on how far I have come this past year.
#1. Jaime and I started running again in May. I distinctly remember it, because we had just hit the .5 mile mark of a 3 mile run. This HALF mile was all downhill. No, really. Sometimes it was a big gradient downhill… sometimes it was a slight decline. But make no mistake, it was ALL downhill. And at that half mile point, I had to walk. I was out of breath. My legs felt like lead. I was ready to lay down and die right there in the road. We all have to start somewhere… or in our case, restart somewhere. It was severely humbling. And now, like I have severely overstated, we ran 16 miles.
#2. Anyone who knows me has a pretty good idea of how much I like to sleep. The words A LOT come to mind. I have been endless harassed by my beautiful wife for wanting to go to bed ridiculously early to ensure that we would have 8 full hours of sleep the night before a run. In fact, if we were getting up at 6:00 a.m. to go run, and we didn’t make it to bed by 10:00 p.m., it was a foregone conclusion that I would not be waking up for the run. If we got to bed by 10:15, I would whine about going to bed late and just refuse to move in the morning. Have you ever tried to walk a dog that decided to plant itself instead of walking, and somehow that 75 lbs dog had somehow created the weight of one of those stone/granite dogs from Ghostbusters? Yeah, that was me in the bed. Not budging. Since the third week of August, we have gone to bed and gotten up to run at hours well before 6:00 a.m. I am not quite sure when the whining stopped, but it stopped even becoming an option to not get up and run. We have gotten out of bed at 3:30 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. for races. We probably whined a little bit then, but we got up. And this was on the weekend. I am pretty sure that is against my religion or at least against every natural instinct I have. I find it more amazing that we have gotten up numerous times now on Saturday before 6:00 a.m. to go for a run. Seriously? Who does that?
What is my point? Somewhere in this mix of fitness, there has been a slowly shifting mindset that has had a huge impact on how we tackle our days.
And it’s awesome. But I really can’t wait for the marathon to be completed so I can sleep in on Saturday. Just sayin’….