Thursday, February 25, 2010

How Bad Do I Want It?

Wow, I have been a bad blogger as of late. This little page is supposed to chronicle all my running adventures, and it would be particularly useful as I train for Boston. However, I have failed miserably in my last few weeks at my journaling.... I have literally been reading applications, sitting in admission committee, running, sleeping or eating pretzels in admission committee the last week or so. Really, I don't even particularly like pretzels. Hello mindless eating.

But, today we finished committee, so it is time to get back on track. I have been a lazy runner this week. Last Saturday night, my husband and I decided it would be really fun to go to Red Bones and then John Harvard Brew. It was, except for when the alarm clock went off the next morning and I had to run 14 miles without any support from L St. But, I got up and I did it.

Monday I was at work until 7. Thank you admission committee for no workout! Tuesday was a pathetic little 3 miler with Cisco the dog. By the time we finishing running, it was time to retrieve Bill at the train and then real life hit... I did teach a hard Spin class full of holy hills that morning, but I still felt like a cheater only running 3 miles two months before the marathon. Last night, I was a bit more on track- 7 miles on the treadmill with 400 meter repeats. It went well- Yay for me! And, I felt extra good because Bill went to a Brooklyn Brewery Event at Red Bones.

Today was a completely different story. Spin this morning with lots of speedwork- one of my students asked me if I was trying to kill them. The answer- absolutely! More committee and pretzels today, home to get Cisco, feed him and walk him, eat a veggie burger and then make dinner for Bill. I had the notion that I might run in the back of my head, and the notion that I should run in the forefront. Instead, I procrastinated and dusted and vacuumed. 7:30 rolled around and I realized it was now or never. I started the excuse game- I already did Spinning, I eat too many pretzels, I was tired, I have a half marathon with speedy Leann on Sunday. But then I asked myself, "How bad do I want it?" As much as I love the journey of training, it blows at time. But, we need it to get the desired results. I remembered how much I do want a decent Boston, marched upstairs and changes, and ran down to the treadmill. 5 miles- 39:30. Not awesome, but done.

Today was one of those days when I learned how to dig deep. There are less than two months until Boston. I need to embrace the opportunities to challenge myself when I am tired. I need to use those chances to grow and use them as springboards to get better and stronger. How bad do I want it? It has no words.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Testing My Mettle

I love the old expression "testing my mettle". It brings up visions of perseverance, courage and fortitude, all qualities that I wish I had more of.

For this week's long run, I decided to change things up a bit. Most weeks I run on Sundays with L Street Running Club. It is a great group, with runners of every speed and shape, just full of good peoople young and old passionate about running. In fact, running with L St becomes somewhat of an addiction for me during marathon training. I love picking up Leann, fighting for a parking spot and then hearing Bob Grant's voice send us out on a run.

There is always that however though.... and the however here is that running with L St for all my long runs makes me a bit dependent. I get used to having three or four people who won't let me drop the pace, knowing exactly when to hydrate and eat because of the great water stops and the company of people who ensure that I get to the end. With the marathon, though, I am out there alone. It is every man for himself against himself. It is up to me to pace myself, motivate myself and bring myself to the finish line.

With Leann away skiing for the weekend and a shorter run of just over 13 on the schedule, the perfect opportunity presented itself. I could "test my mettle" Sunday morning and run by myself. It was a test of my first month of training.

I am happy to say that I passed the test.I felt great, and I knew when to push the pace and when to fall back. My mettle has been tested.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Train Street

Application Time

I have been a super lazy blogger the last two weeks. I blame in on my job. I have been reading first year applications non stop for the last few weeks, and after reading so many essays, some which are not great at all, I am drained of reading and writing.

I really do love reading applictions. It is truthfully my favorite part of my profession. There is nothing better than opening a folder and reading about the accomplishments of a person. And, when a student mentions running in the essay, you just know that I get super pumped.... And then sometimes super sad when I look at the transcript afterwards and realize that the student is probably not the best academic fit for us.

Running was going great until this week. I had a little too much fun at Cabaret, our fundraising event for the Hingham Community Center, last Saturday night. I had a tough but beautiful run with L St on Sunday morning ahead of me, so the way I hydrated could have been better. Leann and Rich were rearing to go, and I really tried to hold on to them for dear life. There is nothing more awesome and also intimidating than watching Leann take on a hill. She just destroys them. And, since I am always behind her on a hill, I am always just praying to God that she will not get too far ahead of me.

Of course, there were lots of hills on Sundays course, which was not good for a gal with dehrydation and stomach issues. But, I hung on, and didn't end up finishing too far behind them. Then I promptly came home and slept for three hours after inhaling pancakes.

This week, it was just so busy with life and work. I only managed to squeak in 22 miles since Sunday, which for someone training for a marathon, it is not a lot. Oh well, at least the quality of my runs were decent. I smoked my run on Thursday, and I felt pretty good about it. Our Athletic Director at the school I work at even said to me from the next treadmill after I finished, "You were flying." Yes, I take joy out of being able to run faster on a treadmill than a middle aged man.

But back to the applications.... I read in an essay this week that running is an unrequited love at times. Wow, it really is. But, it doesn't have to be. We can make the relationship work for both parties. I realized that it is time for me to start putting together my plan for running. I have a race this month, the Hyannis Half, and I need to figure out what my goal is for it. How do I want to apply myself? What do I have in my resume that can get me there? Am I willing to push myself?