Let me start this blog by saying we will figure this out together. I'm calling this a running blog but really my plan is to become a runner as we go. Because I've never run a marathon. I just googled 'what is a tempo run?' and 'how do I set a split?' so that might clue you in as to what skill level I'm in right there. I mean, I've run races - a bunch of 5Ks, maybe a dozen 10Ks, and a handful of half marathons - but I can't say I ran them wisely or put much effort at all into preparation.
I did one sprint triathlon years ago with Team in Training and the swim leg was the worst. To be fair, TNT is a fantastic organization and the coaches are very supportive and helpful. I skipped a lot of the practices - almost all the swim ones - and so I didn't exactly do my part to feel comfortable at the starting line. I hated every minute of being in the water. When I finally crawled out of the ocean after completing the short distance, I jumped up and down like a noob screaming at my husband, Jon, from the beach "I did it!!! I did it!!!" out of pure joy that I survived the swim. He had to remind me to go to my bike and continue. I honestly think I might have walked off the sand and over to my bag at that moment if my husband hadn't reminded me that a triathlon was not all about a swim. I had been soooo dialed in to the swim portion that once I finished it, in my mind the race was over. My husband is sort of a noob himself though. The triathlon was a charitable event, benefitting The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, however we teased him mercilessly for screaming "CRUSH THEIR WILLS!!!" to me from the sidelines as I ran past him. So inappropriate. What a noob!
The last race I ran was this one. I can't remember the name or my pace. I think it was a 10:04 pace because I remember being so bummed that I thought I'd paced under a 10-minute mile. That was my first lesson in the difference between the time your running app tells you that you ran versus the time you ACTUALLY ran on your chip. The race was a half marathon and it hurt. Thank god I wore those red running pants so my husband could easily not spot me as he missed me cross the finish line (you'll notice I use a LOT of sarcasm so please get on board with it). He gets a free pass for missing me cross the finish line because he is also Mr. Mom x 100 and was wrangling both kids in the race's massive crowd of people. Jon is my biggest fan! Though The Dude is a close second clearly.
I've signed up for the California International Marathon in December. It's in Sacramento which is near home (I'm a San Franciscan). Basically I searched for "flattest marathon near Bay Area" and this is the one I'm told fits the bill so here we go!!
Tomorrow I'm supposed to run 5 miles. Sounds pretty easy, huh? But the hubs is visiting our family back in Ohio with The Dude so I'm back home parenting solo with Croc (short for crocodile). Croc is a big 3-year-old and he gets real antsy real fast (he's known as 'the runner' of the family as he has a terrifying habit of finding the closest exit route and bolting full speed) which means running 5 miles keeping him contained in a BOB stroller will be its own mini-workout.
Tonight Croc and I are watching Trolls for 1/2 family movie night (1/2 because 2 of our 4 are in Ohio - boo!!). It's 5:20pm and it might as well be 10:45pm. Jams are in full effect. I have Amy's pizza rolls in the oven for Croc and will probably throw some cut strawberries or baby carrots with it to avoid full parent guilt over feeding my kid semi-processed food. I'm guessing it will be a PB&J night for me since there's no point cooking a big meal for one. You'll also soon learn I'm the world's worst vegan. We'll get to that...
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