After putting together my first five-mile run EVER this weekend, I took off my sneakers and went...
uck.
Not that I'm a pampered princess or anything, but my feet haven't looked this horrid since I played 12 months straight of basketball in high school. And even then, I rode the bench at least two nights a week, so my dogs got somewhat of a break.
We're two weeks away from the Broad Street 10 mile run. I'm in the best running shape I've been in a long time (not the best shape, per se, but best running shape). I'm proud of my mileage, and I'm proud of the mental blocks I've gotten past, including my go to "I hate running."
I hate running when it means I will or won't make the team. I hate running when I'm trying to impress someone else. I hate running when I force myself to keep up with another person I know I'm not fast enough to run with. I hate running when I'm not running for me.
Two weeks behind in my training, there's a big push to make in the next 14 days. If I can't run 7 or 8 miles by this weekend, I may be in trouble when it comes to finishing 10 miles in under the three hour mark.
But no matter if I make it or not, my pedicure appointment will be a great reward for the work put in.
April 21, 2010
April 1, 2010
Four Miles an Hour
I did my first four-mile run today... and it took me 54 minutes.
I feel like Ricky Bobby in "Talledega Nights," when he's going 28 miles an hour on a NASCAR track yelling, "I'm going fast! I'm going fast again!"
It's hard to keep in perspective that a month ago, I was struggling with one mile. At Christmas, Mrs. Caliendo was lapping me at the track.
The fastest I've ever run a mile was 8:45 in 7th grade. I had just finished cross country season, was in the "training camp" portion of basketball season, and Mt. Dew was the only performance enhancer we knew. Oh yeah, and I ran it indoors.
Right now, I'm gunning for a 12-minute mile pace, and I've got a month to go. That will get me to the finish line in 2 hours. Maybe I should start training with a cougar...
I feel like Ricky Bobby in "Talledega Nights," when he's going 28 miles an hour on a NASCAR track yelling, "I'm going fast! I'm going fast again!"
It's hard to keep in perspective that a month ago, I was struggling with one mile. At Christmas, Mrs. Caliendo was lapping me at the track.
The fastest I've ever run a mile was 8:45 in 7th grade. I had just finished cross country season, was in the "training camp" portion of basketball season, and Mt. Dew was the only performance enhancer we knew. Oh yeah, and I ran it indoors.
Right now, I'm gunning for a 12-minute mile pace, and I've got a month to go. That will get me to the finish line in 2 hours. Maybe I should start training with a cougar...
March 5, 2010
Make Yourself...Run
So apparently, I'm a glutton for self improvement.
Make Yourself was started to chronicle my career development, and well, now I'm too busy with my career to blog. Make Yourself stop working should be the title.
So while my work life and home life are stable and functional, I decide to, oh, challenge myself.
On a whim after a very disappointing attempt to fit into my favorite jeans, I decided I was going to do the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia on May 2. No big deal? It's 10 miles.
Background: I'm not a runner. I tried cross-country for two years in middle school and didn't come in last ONCE. I haven't run more than 2.5 miles at one time ever.
So now I'm Making Myself run. And run. And run.
I have 9 weeks to train myself to not only like running, but be vaguely good at it. Awesome.
Photos, training stories, and probably gruesome photos of road rash (I'm bound to fall sometime during the next 9 weeks) to come. I think I'm going to Make Myself...Cry.
Make Yourself was started to chronicle my career development, and well, now I'm too busy with my career to blog. Make Yourself stop working should be the title.
So while my work life and home life are stable and functional, I decide to, oh, challenge myself.
On a whim after a very disappointing attempt to fit into my favorite jeans, I decided I was going to do the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia on May 2. No big deal? It's 10 miles.
Background: I'm not a runner. I tried cross-country for two years in middle school and didn't come in last ONCE. I haven't run more than 2.5 miles at one time ever.
So now I'm Making Myself run. And run. And run.
I have 9 weeks to train myself to not only like running, but be vaguely good at it. Awesome.
Photos, training stories, and probably gruesome photos of road rash (I'm bound to fall sometime during the next 9 weeks) to come. I think I'm going to Make Myself...Cry.
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