Summon the Pain!
So apparently I sorta kinda forgot that I'm running a half marathon next weekend.
Whoops!
I've gotten a ridiculous handful of mid-distance runs in. You know...the crucial 5-8 mile range...
...aaaaannnnd yeah.
That's about it.
A bunch of 5-8 milers, a handful of shorter 3-4 mile runs in...and that. is. all.
So this weekend I'll attempt to pull a 10-11 miler outta my ass. And hope I survive.
It should be no big deal, right?
I mean...I'm made of Iron! I went 140.6 miles (nevermind the fact that was 4+ months ago)! I should be able to throw down a half marathon in sleety rain, blind-folded, with a limp, and shoes on the opposite feet! Right!?
...and this is the part where I panic. While I've agreed to pace Hurley during the race next weekend, I'm quietly panicking over the fact that he will likely leave me crying on the side of the road around mile 10 as I writhe in pain.
(Just kidding Hurley...it'll be a lot of fun--promise!)
But somewhere, back in the bowels of my mind, my inner masochist is giggling with delight. Because I know...this shit is going to hurt.
a lot.
...and it will be awesome.
Whoops!
I've gotten a ridiculous handful of mid-distance runs in. You know...the crucial 5-8 mile range...
...aaaaannnnd yeah.
That's about it.
A bunch of 5-8 milers, a handful of shorter 3-4 mile runs in...and that. is. all.
So this weekend I'll attempt to pull a 10-11 miler outta my ass. And hope I survive.
It should be no big deal, right?
I mean...I'm made of Iron! I went 140.6 miles (nevermind the fact that was 4+ months ago)! I should be able to throw down a half marathon in sleety rain, blind-folded, with a limp, and shoes on the opposite feet! Right!?
...and this is the part where I panic. While I've agreed to pace Hurley during the race next weekend, I'm quietly panicking over the fact that he will likely leave me crying on the side of the road around mile 10 as I writhe in pain.
(Just kidding Hurley...it'll be a lot of fun--promise!)
But somewhere, back in the bowels of my mind, my inner masochist is giggling with delight. Because I know...this shit is going to hurt.
a lot.
...and it will be awesome.
Labels: St Louis Half Marathon
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 1:10 PM
6 Camper Comments:
It'll hurt, but you'll rock it anyway. And then spend the next day limping around like you've never run 13 miles before. Is all good! (Coming from someone that used this exact training method once.)
GOOD luck at your 1/2 M !!! :))
You are iron and it will be awesome.
Embrace the pain. It will make you stronger..
I am in a similar place - oh well. Will you be wearing your brooks singlet?
Good luck at the race, it will be warm!!
Velma...I won't be in the brooks racing uniform (as PACE folks received jackets instead), but I will be in my most favorite pair of brooks shorts and pink racerback top. :) Not sure what the pace will pan out to be...we'll likely be in the 11-12 minute range, with the primary goal of getting Hurley across the finish line in one piece, vertical and with a smile! :)
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