Long Run to Philly - 7 Miles

I woke up yesterday and thought it was Monday. I let out a sigh. I had to go to work. It took me a couple of moments before I realized it was Sunday. Another sigh. I had to go for a long run. It's not that the long runs are so horribly long at this point. I'm just in the grinding stage of the training. I'm several months removed from the excitement of starting off and a lot of months away from the starting line. Right now, it's about logging the miles and trying to avoid that temperature/humidity cocktail. I crammed in two long runs into the same week last week combined with travel. My legs definitely felt it. It's been a milder summer than most. Last week we even got some rain. I was able to run after work because of the cloud cover and temperatures were 10 degrees less than normal. It's just about getting out there right now.

Seven weeks down. Eighteen to go.

Long Run to Philly - 6 miles

Squeezed in a long run before heading for the coast. I knew the call of the beach and bloodys on Sunday would be too much for me. Nice and easy run. 72 degrees and 97% humidity.

Six weeks down. Nineteen to go.

Long Run to Philly - 5 Miles

I've been reading a lot about Lewis and Clark lately. Like them, I'm on my own trail of discovery. Unlike them, my goal is not to find a water route to the Pacific. My goal is to finish my ninth marathon. My first one in ten years. Career and family changes have had a way of interrupting training during that span. Now, I'm 50+ and menopausal, so it should be an interesting journey. I'm using the USA Fit Training Schedule. I used it to train for my first marathon and for my previous marathons. I've completed plenty of half marathons during that span. I usually get to 15 miles and then something unexpected, good or bad, happens. We'll see this time. I've chosen the Philadelphia Marathon on November 23, 2014, as my goal because that's an off-week for my beloved Texas Longhorns, no home or away games. I'm sure on another level it represents freedom.

Yesterday's long run goal was five miles. A nice and easy run though at 72 degrees and 97% humidity, I felt as if I had a blanket over my back. I froze my water bottle like I read on a recent Runner's World post. It worked, keeping my water nice and cold for the duration of the run; although there was that annoying sound of an ice block swirling around in my container towards the finish. I'm sure by the end of the summer here in Central Texas that won't be a problem.

Five weeks down. Twenty to go.

Pick Me

I’m the runner you pick off at the end of a race. The one you’ve been sizing up from the halfway point. The one you tell yourself, “I don’t care about my time. I just want to finish in front of ….” It’s okay, I’ve done that too; usually it’s someone in an air cast or kilt. 

I knew I was the prey yesterday at the Freedom 5000. A July 4^th run around Camp Mabry. I saw a woman with “Tex Ass” printed across her shorts walking in front of me. I passed her; concentrating on keeping up my pace. I had a nice run going and didn’t want to mess it up. She started running, stopping a few hundred feet in front of me, and, then, walking again. She did this three more times. I clearly stirred something in her. She finally pulled away and finished ahead of me. I tried to summon my inner Leo Manzano, but no kick would come. I probably had more than ten years on her and I was on day 40 of the Runner’s World Run Streak. At least, that’s what I told myself.

I couldn’t fault her; if I had “Tex Ass” across my butt, I wouldn’t let me pass me either. At least, I made her work for it.