Today we drove 60 miles round-trip to do the “Legoland” run in Carlsbad. We were running VERY late, but arrived in time to do the warm-up (Do we see a pattern emerging, with the running late and almost missing the warm-up??). When I say we, I mean Eric, Allison, and me. It was brisk, but not nearly as cold as last weekend.
We caught the tale-end of the motivational speaker that has run more sub-four minute miles than anyone else in the United States. Can I say, “Holy Shit!?” Just being out there with all the other San Diego Track Club members was motivating, but this guy has run sub.four.minute.miles. He is finished with his mile when I am just passing the 1/4 mile mark. How can he be human? Unbelievable. I strive to be that awesome.
The run today was chockful of hills and valleys. Ouch! It was a beautiful day to be outside and the run was fun. I felt strong. I felt good. I felt like I was getting better. I noticed more 10-11 minute paces, even up these steep hills. I have been nursing some knee and ankle pain lately. (I have attributed this pain to the enormous load I have post-pregnancy) Today though, it was fine. It was a good, challenging run. I stopped very few times and when I did, it was for a very good reason. That is the key for me, I think. Run. Run without stopping. The strength will come to me.
I averaged 12 minute miles today and for an hour and ten minutes; including the five-minute meltdown/freak-out, when I did not know where to go. I was looking on the map and I could not figure it out. Some people were saying we were running a loop, some people said, “go left,” some said, “go right.” All I could think about was, “I only planned for an hour away from my baby.” Of course, I arrive back to the park and the baby is doing just fine. I am the paranoid, overbearing, over-protective, embarrassing mom and she is not even a teenager yet.
The hills kicked my ass.It did feel amazing to run. There is a lot of really great people that I run with. I met several people today. I got to be an adult. I got to talk to other people that love running too. I am addicted. As big and fat as I feel, I know I am a runner deep down inside. I have that hunger to run faster, harder, and I want it to be easier.Next Saturday is our 10K. Last year, I finished in an hour and one minute. An average of 9:52 minute pace. This year, I plan to finish at one hour and twenty minutes. I might pull something out of my bag of tricks, but I am accepting that it is going to take time to recover, to heal, to get faster, to get back to where I was. Then, I am going to be even better than that. Then, I am really going to kick some ass.
Look out Oprah, because your time of 4 hours and twenty-nine minutes on your marathon ‘ain’t shit.’ (grins from ear to ear).
Can I tell you how proud I am of Eric? He has been getting up every Saturday at the crack of dawn to go walking while I run. He walks with the baby and meets me back at the end. He is going to do awesome with the marathon. He has been walking on his lunch, walking at night, and going to the gym to swim. He is such an awesome Daddy and so supportive. God, I love that wonderful man!