Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Three years ago, I ran my first 5k.
No, it wasn't really my first 5k. I ran quite a few of those back in high school. But, after graduating and joining the real world and gaining 100 pounds and becoming overweight and out of shape, it was my first 5k and my first step down a path I never intended to walk (or run).
Shortly after I took and new job and my wife and I moved, we began going to the gym and I started also working out with my new boss. My boss is a former football player, so he coached me on proper strength training and I coached him on increasing his running distance and speed. Slowly, the running bug began to infect me and I began running longer and faster.
After a year of working myself back into shape at the gym, I visited my parents for Thanksgiving. They had both also been running and losing weight and getting themselves into better shape. Rather than site around and watch, I agreed to join in the race that they were running on Thanksgiving morning.
I barely finished a few seconds ahead of my mother.
A couple months later, My SIL asked me to run in a 5k with her and to help coach her. My SIL had been going to the gym and getting herself in shape as well - it seemed like everyone I knew was inspired by someone or another and was losing weight at that time (and boy was it contagious) - and she decided to try her hand at a 5k that next March and didn't want to do it alone (and my wife, who had inspired her to take up running, was pregnant at the time and not running). I agreed to run the race with her.
I finished almost 3 minutes faster than my Thanksgiving 5k time. My SIL loved the race and quickly became infected by the running bug. Maybe a couple weeks later she decided she want to run in the Las Vegas Rock N Roll Half Marathon that following December and quickly talked me into doing it, too.
This was quite the development because just a few months earlier I had declined my sister's invitation to join her for a half marathon in May because I said I never wanted to and I just couldn't see myself running anything longer than a 5k (or maybe one 10k just for the experience). However, if my SIL, who had never done sports in her entire life, was now going to run a half marathon then certainly a former runner like myself should be able to do it, too. So, if she was going to do it then I HAD to do it.
Once I finished I thought I was done. I had no plans for any new races. My SIL, however, decided to run a 5k in every month of the next year.
I was impressed and inspired.
Over the next 14 months, I ran a 10k, a 5k, and 5 more half marathons including two on back-to-back days.
Now, every-so-often I look back at how it all started and I am amazed. How I laughed at the mere thought of running a half marathon... only to end up running 6! And now I'm planning to run more! And hopefully at least one full marathon. Who knew! Sometimes you just never see this stuff coming.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Today I ran 5 miles. I was going to say it was the first time I've run that far in 3 months, but then I checked my running calendar. I haven't run 5 miles since my last half marathon on June 23 and my last training run of 5 or more was 2 weeks before that on June 3! The closest I've come since then was a 4.5 mile run I did with my sister when I was on vacation in the beginning of August. Looks like I've got some work ahead of me this winter.
Monday, October 15, 2012
For all of you flip-flop lovers out there...
How much do you really love your flip-flops?
I'm guessing not this much.
Man Runs 2:46 Marathon in Flip Flops:
Thursday, October 11, 2012
I didn't get my third run in last week and I had a few days of big meals and overeating and my weight has ballooned to most it's been in over 2 years. That was right after our daughter was born and right before I started training for my first half marathon.
So, I got back off my butt this week and ran.
I ran Tuesday morning.
I ran Wednesday morning.
And then I ran this morning.
This morning was the most challenging, but also the most meaningful run I've had in a long time.
The previous two nights, our daughter has slept through the nigh and I had made it to bed at a reasonable hour. However, last night we went to a friend's birthday dinner and she got to bed an hour late and then ended up waking up at 11:30 and again at 12:30.
Later last night, we were woken up more than once by thunder and lightning - tho, somehow our daughter always seems to sleep through the thunder storms. I'm not sure how that works, but anyway...
During the night I considered putting off this morning's run, but I knew the weather was supposed to be the same through Friday, so I knew I most likely if I decided not to run because of the weather then I would end up not running again at all for the rest of the week.
This morning it was still wet, but decided I needed to get up and run, anyway.
Rain or on wet streets wouldn't keep me from running, but when I was getting dressed I heard the faint sounds of thunder. Lightning would DEFINITELY keep me from running. I decided to get ready and then make my final decision once I was outside.
When I stepped onto the front porch, the streets were mostly dry and I didn't see any lightning. I decided I would start running and if there was no lightning then I would do my full 3 miles; however, if I did see lightning then I would shorten my run to 2 miles to keep me close to home so I could jump back indoors if needed. And, of course, if there was lightning overhead, then I was going to head back inside.
As I got around the block, I saw a nice bolt of cloud-to-ground lightning and counted that it was about 4 miles away. From all the lightning safety training I've had, that means I should go back inside. But, it wasn't raining and the bolt seemed far enough away and I didn't see any more for a few minutes, so I figured I could get 2 miles in quick enough.
Within a half mile, it started to sprinkle on me, but then stopped, and I hadn't seen any more lightning, so I thought that maybe my decision to cut my run down to 2 miles had been premature.
As I neared the 3 quarter mile mark, it started to sprinkle, again, and I began to see more lightning. Then the rain began to pick up. Now I'm happy, again, with my decision to run only 2 miles.
After a mile and a quarter, it's raining on my and the rain is picking up and I count a lightning bolt that's just 2 miles from me. Hmm... maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. I better run a little faster.
As I'm running down the street back towards our subdivision, the rain picks up not once, not twice, but three times. Each time the rain picks up, I laugh. This is crazy. It's not crazy that I'm running in the rain - I've done that many times (tho not much, recently). It's crazy that I'm running in a thunderstorm and I'm trying to outrun the lightning back to my house.
The streets in and around our subdivision tend to flood when it rains more than a tenth of an inch, especially during heavy downpours during thunderstorms (this is the desert, after all). I'm hoping I get back to the house before our streets turn to rivers.
With just a quarter mile left, the rain starts to let up, some. My shoes are squishy from the puddles I haven't been able to see in the dark. I'm running on the side of the street with streetlights figuring they'll deflect any lightning that may happen to strike in the area, but the storm seems to be going around us and the next few bolts I count seem to be back to 3 or 4 miles away, again.
I plan to finish my run and head straight back inside the house, skipping my cool down walk around the neighborhood. But, when I finish my run, the rain has abated and I don't see any close lightning. So, I go ahead and do my cool down.
The rain starts and stops a couple times during my walk, but I either can't hear the thunder, anymore, or I count it to be 4 to 5 miles away.
In the past 3 weeks, the fastest 3 mile run I did was an exact 30:00 run, yesterday. 10 minutes/mile, almost exactly.
Today's 2 mile run time? 18:45. That's a 9:22 minute/mile pace. I'll take that. Nothing like a good lightning storm to get you moving!
So, I got my 3 runs in this week and I ran despite the rain and despite the lightning (tho, that's not recommended). I got back to the house and I was wet and my shoes were wet, and my socks were soaked, but I ran and I was happy with myself.
Friday, October 05, 2012
I planned to wake up and run this morning. I really did. In fact, I did wake up to run this morning. But, I didn't run... and it's not my fault! Seriously! No excuse! Let me explain.
Last night I laid out all my running clothes for this morning. Shirt, shorts, socks, headband, watch... I even was in bed at 10:30pm. I wanted to be in bed at 9:30 or 10, but 10:30 is still manageable. My alarm was set for 5:10am which is the time I woke up on Tuesday and Thursday. I was all set.
However, at 4:30am I hear crying from our daughter's room, "daddy! daddy!" I look at the clock on my way to her room and figure that if I can get her back to sleep I can probably either start my run early, or get a couple extra winks before my alarm goes off.
Well, after two tries, I finally get her to sleep and I'm out of her room at 4:55. I hit the bathroom, but before I can even get back to our bed I hear her again, "daddy! daddy!"
I sigh and trudge back down the hall, hoping I can quickly get her back to sleep so I can be back in our room before 5:10 and turn the alarm off before it wakes my wife.
This time she does go down much quicker and I'm back in our room at just a few seconds after 5:10. My alarm has being going off for a few seconds. My wife is either still asleep, or trying hard to remain still and ignore the alarm (it's set to play the radio quietly, so it's entirely possible for her to sleep through it, which she's done many times).
I may have been up 40 minutes before my alarm, but darn it, I'm going to get my run in. I'm worried that she'll wake up during my run and my wife will have to get up early to put her back down or occupy her if she refuses to go back to sleep, but I put on my running clothes, anyway. However, just as I slip my last sock on, I hear her again, "daddy! daddy!"
Well, this time, when I walk in her room, she doesn't respond by lying back down in her bed. No, this time she pops up and says, "hold me!" I ask her what's wrong and tell her it's still dark out and she needs to go back to sleep, but all she says is "hold me!" and clutches at my shirt in a desperate attempt to wrap her arms around me and pull herself up.
So, I give in and pick her up, hoping that after 30 seconds she'll want to be put back down as usual.
But it is not to be and she rests her head on my shoulder and lays there for several minutes. When I try to lay her back down in her bed she holds me tighter and says "No bed! No bed! Hold me!" So, I gave in, again, and sat down in the glider and begin to rock while she continued to rest her head on my shoulder.
After multiple attempts failed attempts to pick her up and put her back in her bed, I held her until I finally woke her up for good at 6:30am.
No run for me, today. That would've made 3, so I'm still at only 2 runs for the week. But, as long as I run tomorrow, I can still get it in. That will mean that I will have pushed all my runs this week back at least a day (Mon to Tues, Wed to Thurs, Fri to Sat), but at least I will get them all in.
In the meantime, my wife and I are praying this is being caused by her last molar that's not fully through and that she'll be back to sleeping through the night sometime next week. It's hard to get more sleep when the two-year old isn't cooperating, but it's always just a phase. That's parenthood for ya, right?
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