Sunday, May 04, 2014
On April 27th. In Vancouver. For the Vancouver Sun Run. 10k.
Well, I should say I walk-ran. Well, maybe I should say I shuffled. But I did do the course.
*And*. Get this: I bettered my last year's time by a few seconds! Go figure. This after the most erratic, on-again-off-again training period in the history of running, I'm sure.
So the course timer says I finished the 10k in 84 minutes--right in the middle of my age group and pace group. But *I* know I did better than that because *I* know I had to make a potty stop : )
What's the take-away? What *could* I have done if I'd trained faithfully??? What will I do at the YMCA Fall Run in Prince George when I've trained faithfully over the intervening months?
'Cause I *will* train. I like myself better when I'm training. It's as simple as that.
Friday, March 28, 2014
That's what I have to ask myself when I run but am not satisfied with my efforts. Remember, Self, you did more today to achieve fitness than millions in this country did. Give yourself a little credit!
So anyway, I did run. On the Dreadmill. It was a surprisingly good run, actually. Whereas I've only been able to run 2 minutes/walk 2 outdoors, on the dreadmill I was able to run 15 minutes, walk 5, and that's with the dreadmill at a 5% incline. I did that for an hour. Only covered 3.4 k, but whatthehell whatthehell it was a significant improvement in endurance, so I'm happy with it.
As PAULOBRY suggested, I've incorporated Usain's 'lightening bolt' stance as the final act in my day's run--a little celebratory, self-congratulatory concluding ritual. "A man's reach must exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?", right? ; )
Thanks for all the encouraging remarks, SparkFriends. They really do make a difference : )
Monday, January 27, 2014
This is it. The Wall. I can't procrastinate any longer. Training for the Vancouver Sun Run, the April 10K event I've registered for, starts today. So I started. On the dread mill. Warm-up walk for 5 minutes, then run one minute, walk two; repeat 8 times. Sweat. But not too badly. Puff and pant. But not too much. Cool-down walk for 5 minutes. Stretch. Dry off. Shower. I can do this.
Rewards? Well, the log-in wheel gave me 20 points today--could it know I needed encouragement ; )? Tangible encouragement? Weight is down 4 lb from last Monday. Nothing to do with exercising, just more conscientious nutrition (i.e.: no more Scotch!!!)
And one more reward--I'm going to splurge and order Sun Run running tights. Haven't run in tights heretofore. Seems a little immodest, but whatthehell, whatthehell, they have reflective stripes or dots or some such thing front and back and I've felt a little unsafe running without reflection in the past.
Monday, January 13, 2014
So. Great day today. Church this morning. Nap this afternoon. Snowshoeing after nap.
I broke trail through the woods--should have had my handsaw along, the heavy snow has bent too many trees over the trail--then around the perimeter of the hayfield, down the hill to the lake, and out onto the lake. That took about 30 minutes. It was fine--hard work for the legs, but that's the point, right? Overcast day, but late afternoon sun was showing through the clouds along the horizon--beautiful.
Continuing to break trail on the lake, following the shore so as to make for a longer trail and close to shore just in case I broke through the ice (it's never happened and I doubt it ever will, but why tempt fate?) Rounded the point and looked across the lake to see . . .
6 or 8 dark animals trotting in formation up the lake, too far away to be sure, but close enough to make me wonder: is that a pack of wolves?
Don't get me wrong, I didn't panic. But I surely did turn around and head back home, made sure my cellphone was ready in case I had to call 9-1-1. Kept looking back to check on the animals, still far down the lake from me and breaking formation, seemingly checking me out and consulting on course of action.
I picked up my pace as much as I could. Looked back again. The animals had changed direction, moving across the lake and I could see them more clearly.
Deer! A herd of 6. What a relief! I would not become a pile of gnawed bones on the ice after all. I wonder how much 5 minutes of terror multiplies the caloric burn of snowshoeing?
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