I run a bit. I enjoy it a lot. But I don't necessarily like talking or reading about it. Sound strange? Prolly. But you know, there isn't much to talk about when it comes to running. You can talk shoes, miles, pace, hills, speedwork and that's about it. Do you know how many running blogs I read? Not-a-one. Mostly because these running blogs try to turn every dang run and it's accompanying post into a life-changing, earth-shattering, save-the-world, deep-thought phenomenon. Sometimes running is just running. I find it refreshing that running can be just running.
Cycling on the other hand is interesting to read about. I like to read blogs from cyclists. Cyclists tend to be more entertaining because they know how to write and have witty banter. And they have gear that is rad. And they don't consider every ride an epic event. I read the Fatcyclist and through this Fatcyclist found Skibikejunkie and Dug. This world is so very small. Turns out the Fatty is dating a friend of a friend and Skibikejunkie was a Leadville proxy for my broken femur friend. Then there's Dug... I used to work with Dug but I don't think he knows that. Come to think of it, I don't think he knows I exist. I'm that forgettable.
Anyway, shall we talk about running now?
I'm off to run a race this weekend. It's a dumb race that I do every year so that I can get a guaranteed entry into a dumber, longer race. As luck would have it, I'm recovering from a sinus infection. So obviously the race will be thrown out with the bath water before I even start it. For some reason, however, I'm having trouble conceding to this one.
Here's the deal: I want a marathon PR this year. Badly. So badly do I want this Marathon PR that I'm seeing stars and might consider reading a running blog or two if I thought it will help. (Now that's a serious case of the Marathon PR blues.)
I've got a few mental hangups, however. For example, I'm feeling as if the result of this goofy half marathon will decide how the rest of the year will go. My all-or-nothing logic has decided that if I do bad in this race, the marathon PR is a bust. (Bad is relative by the way. My bad is someone else's good and my bad is another someone ele'se worst. Oh... and I realize that my use of "bad" was grammatically incorrect.)
I'm also a bit bent that the snow has finally descended upon us and I'm going to St. George to run in the rain. I wish I were staying here to ski. Actually, I'm more than a bit bent. I'm a lot bent. Hopefully I'll get to see Jessica and that will make up for not skiing. Right, Jessica?
Again, back to running. I have other mental hangups as well. Like I'm thinking that if I do great, I'll turn into a head case like some of the other people I know who have knocked the socks off of their own Marathon PRs. Suddenly running becomes everything and that's all they talk about. That's all they do and they start to think they're better than everyone else and their self-esteem rests upon their race times. It's a tragedy really. Running is great, but not 24/7 great. Deep down, I think that meeting my "Goal" will turn me into a head case about running (as opposed to the head case I am currently, about other stuff). I don't want to be a running head case.
On second thought, as you might have figured out already on your own because you're smart, it's quite obvious from the above paragraphs that I'm already a running head case.
Now how do I fix this? How do I fix all these hang-ups? Where are my friends in the Psych Grad School? Can you help me with that? I really think I'm afraid of success. I'm comfy with Mediocrity.
So, with you reading me bare my running soul, I've created a Marathon PR attack list.
Here's what I need to do:
- Run faster. Duh. I want a coach, though. Anyone know a coach?
- Learn to love pain. I don't even like pain, so how do I learn to love it. I'm the first girl asking for an epidural when it comes to baby birthing. And for running? I like a cozy endurance pace. That's why my 5k and marathon pace are the same. Running Brother Bruce says I have "Cruise Control."
- Eat better. Like no more Nutella and powdered sugar sandwhiches.
- Stretch more. It's too bad I don't have time for two yoga classes a week. Too bad.
- Start the weekly Suncrest climb earlier. Normally I start the Suncrest beast in May. Maybe I should start next week.
- Build me a stronger trunk. Not the elephant trunk, not the traveling truck, but the trunk that holds my guts.
- Lose 10 pounds. This one hurts. I prefer that weight loss be a side affect of recreation and not the other way around.
- Develop a powerstride that puts the shuffle to rest. I shuffle. Without any power. I need power and I need a stride. None of this weekling shuffle crap.
- Believe in myself.