Work Work Work and Boston Busted
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This past weekend Pat and Rob and I churned out 45 K in five hours on a gloriously sunny if somewhat hot Sunday morning.
It was only Rob's second time out to 45 K and he still finds the distance strange, where as Pat and I have become a little blase about it. Running for five or six hours on a Sunday morning is simply what we do... Nothing special about it.
In fact, thinking back, I have probably been marathon distance or longer at least seventy or eighty times - although on about thirty-five of those occasions, I ended up with a bib number and a medal to show for my effort! If we lived on the East Coast, we'd probably have a lot more hardware, as you can find a marathon to run within driving distance nearly every weekend. And some people collect butterflies...
Afterwards, we skipped past our usual breakfast/brunch buffet and went straight to the burgers and fries. Greasy and delicious. My weight is hovering around 185 and I feel pretty quick.
I have been churning out 8k tempo runs in 35 minutes, so I'm feeling pretty strong.
Strangely, my feet have been feeling bruised and tender, and I haven' switched runners or anything so I will have to keep an eye on my poor tootsies.
I have been doing fartlek work on my mid week ten k run and feeling fast.
This is the point of the training for a marathon where I pretty much just want it to be over with. I get terrible nerves and butterflies from thinking about qualifying for Boston.
And Pat has been ragging on me that I need to change the title of my Blog - Boston or Bust of course - or at the very least the description of my Blog, as I have indeed qualified for and run the Boston Marathon twice already...
Maybe 'Boston Busted'...
This past weekend Pat and Rob and I churned out 45 K in five hours on a gloriously sunny if somewhat hot Sunday morning.
It was only Rob's second time out to 45 K and he still finds the distance strange, where as Pat and I have become a little blase about it. Running for five or six hours on a Sunday morning is simply what we do... Nothing special about it.
In fact, thinking back, I have probably been marathon distance or longer at least seventy or eighty times - although on about thirty-five of those occasions, I ended up with a bib number and a medal to show for my effort! If we lived on the East Coast, we'd probably have a lot more hardware, as you can find a marathon to run within driving distance nearly every weekend. And some people collect butterflies...
Afterwards, we skipped past our usual breakfast/brunch buffet and went straight to the burgers and fries. Greasy and delicious. My weight is hovering around 185 and I feel pretty quick.
I have been churning out 8k tempo runs in 35 minutes, so I'm feeling pretty strong.
Strangely, my feet have been feeling bruised and tender, and I haven' switched runners or anything so I will have to keep an eye on my poor tootsies.
I have been doing fartlek work on my mid week ten k run and feeling fast.
This is the point of the training for a marathon where I pretty much just want it to be over with. I get terrible nerves and butterflies from thinking about qualifying for Boston.
And Pat has been ragging on me that I need to change the title of my Blog - Boston or Bust of course - or at the very least the description of my Blog, as I have indeed qualified for and run the Boston Marathon twice already...
Maybe 'Boston Busted'...
posted by Vince Hemingson at 10:21 AM
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