Death march at mile 11

May 8th, 2006

This past Sunday Adam, my two running partners and I ran the Wells Fargo ½ Marathon. It was a beautiful day to run around the lake and take in all the torturous hills that came along with the course.

My typical running schedule doesn’t include a lot of hill work outs. But that is surely going to change, but only after my quadriceps fuse back onto both femurs and I can walk down the stairs again.

It wasn’t just the hills; it was pushing myself as hard as I could go to find out what I really had in there. I had several levels of expectations, it looked something like this: 9 minute miles – not so happy, 8 minute 30 second miles – which was my main goal and I would be happy, 8 minute 15 second miles – I would be insanely excited and would treat myself to a full body massage and a wonderfully expensive dinner out with copious amounts of champagne.

I ended up at 8:30, which I am happy with. But in reaching that goal I realized that it was much harder to attain than I thought it was going to be. I could not have run ANY faster or ANY farther for that matter. And, if I indeed want to make Boston a reality, I have a lot farther to go.

Hmmm…wondering if it is worth it???


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