It is one week until the race. The Rocky Raccoon 100, located in Huntsville, Texas. I sit here debating on if I should run anything more this weekend than my active job’s requirement, usually less than 4 miles, in 150 yard light sprints, aka valet. The last long run I did was on January 1st, which was 21 miles. Since then, there has been nothing. One week. Tomorrow I will likely run over 20, to a marathon class I am assistant teaching at Longview Community College. It sounds fun, so I’ll do it. If that is training then so be it. One week. Continue reading
October 16th, 2010
The excitement was in the air. Chad and I got up uber early, hit some oatmeal with some whey protein added to it, based on a suggestion. Figured I could test that today. Why not? An hour later, we both hit some chia seeds with some honey and lime. Yummy. Off to the race!
My brother, Gary, and his wife Monica and my niece, their daughter, Reagan, sent me a book in late February as a reward for finishing my first marathon. Gary told me his friend had suggested it as it was a national best seller about running. Little did I know that this book planted the second and final seed I’d need to pursue the ultra long distances. The book’s name was Born To Run.
The ticking time bomb of running the Miami Marathon was always in the back of my mind any day I didn’t run or when I didn’t feel good. Each time I thought about it, I tried to remember that I didn’t care about the marathon, or even finishing it. I was just gonna run and whatever happened, happened. I was actually not training at all, if you could call that not training. I was simply choosing to run further every month up until the marathon to make it easier. Still though, I doubt I would have pushed through such pain if I secretly didn’t have some desire of the marathon in me. It did cause alot of suffering however. Continue reading