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Monday, August 20, 2012

Would You Rather

Life is full of choices.

Very often, those choices are between what's easy or fun and what's smart. For example, should I stay up all night drinking, or wake up tomorrow and be conversational at a reasonable hour? Should I eat the healthy option, or pick the largest thing on the menu so that I have trouble walking down the street later? Should I get out of bed and run or, you know, not?

This past weekend, I made the fun choice every time, which is totally allowed every now and then. I was visiting friends whom I have not seen in quite some time, and we celebrated like the days of old. I regret nothing.

But today, I've started out with at least one good choice. I woke up on time (which I've determined to be an extremely early hour), and I completed my run. As a result, I get to blog, eat breakfast, make myself a lunch and watch a bit of Sportscenter before I leave for work. Victory is mine.

The run itself was difficult, to say the least. It's the longest run I've done in two months, and the high-spirited mirth of the weekend did not make that part of the challenge any easier. I was slow, but I didn't stop. I was tired, but I didn't quit. And in the end, what matters most is that I finished.

And that I make a similar choice tomorrow.

Monday's Run:
73 Degrees
5.15 Miles

Monday, August 13, 2012

Anthem

Olympic runners are a unique breed.

I'm not just talking about talent level. Obviously, they're above and beyond the rest of us in training and ability. That's why they're at the Olympics. For me, though, what stands out about Olympic runners is the fact that they run for other people. If an Olympic athlete loses a race, their entire country is disappointed. They're beholden to others in a way I can't possibly imagine.

And certainly a way that I haven't imagined for the last month and a half. Shortly after the Sunburst Marathon, I began to get lazy. Perhaps that isn't the right word. I began to get extremely busy, and sleep became a far more precious commodity for me. Between that and the insane pain in my foot, I haven't been running. Almost at all. Even my Sunday morning runs have, for the most part, fallen by the wayside. To put it bluntly, I'm out of shape.

Which is a problem, because eight weeks from yesterday is the Chicago Marathon, my absolute best chance to qualify for Boston, if I'm ready for it. And you know what? Thank God for that. Because without it, there is almost no chance that I would have gotten out of bed today for a four mile run.

It turns out I'm not as out of shape as I had feared. The probably has something to do with the fact that I've spent the last two months sword fighting and running around a stage for five hours at a time. I've been engaging muscles I had long since forgotten I had, but now it's time to get back to the ones I know best. It's time to be a runner again.

Yes, once again I'm recommitting myself. I know, it gets old. But so will I, and I want to be a runner when that happens. I've shaped my training schedule to an ambitious but doable eight week plan. In the next couple weeks, the following things will happen:

1) Set a sleep schedule. Stick to it.

2) Eat breakfast, and be healthier in general.

3) Sign up for the Austin Distance Challenge so that there's always a race to be ready for.

4) Run, dammit.

There are no gold medals waiting for me at my finish lines. No one will give me my country's flag to wrap around my shoulders. At the end of my runs, I hop in the shower and hope I stop sweating before I have to get my work clothes on. I'm beholden to myself, and no other.

And I'm loving every minute of it.