Saturday, January 09, 2010
It was 5:30 am when the alarm went off.
I was scheduled to be in work at 8 am today and there was no way I was going to be able to make the 7:30 group run for those of us training for the Philadelphia Broad Street Run in May.
The Eagles - Cowboys game is on at 8 pm with an hor d'oeuvre of Jets - Bengals at 4.
What to do??
The ONLY way to guarantee that I would get my run in would be to get up at the God-awful hour of 5:30 to run the scheduled 4 miles. To top that off, I have never run more than two-miles continuously before.
Oh... at it was 25 degrees out with a wind-chill of 18!
But there I was... out of bed at 5:34 and out the door at 5:50.
I started running... 1 mile down.... 2 MILES DOWN ("Hey, I feel pretty good! Lets ride this out.")... 3 MILES DOWN...
Finally, I hit the wall at 3.15 miles! EASILY my best run. I ran 4 miles in 49 minutes and 19 seconds - at 12.5 minute mile. Not as good as most people out there, but, MAN, that sure felt good.
But that is not why I feel I became a runner today. I became a runner when that alarm went off at 5:30 and I answered the bell. I became a runner when that first cold breeze hit me in the face at 5:50... and I became a runner when I finished my run and was so happy that I did it.