It's time. I've been itching to blog, thinking about blogging, planning to blog and--the true telling point for someone like me who is the living embodiment of reverse psychology--coming up with reasons why I shouldn't blog.
And so we begin again.
What did you miss while I was away? To quote Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride,"Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up."
Read MoreIt was ten years in the making and today it happened. I took my first DNF (Did Not Finish) in a race--the Greensboro Half Marathon.
Before I get into all the reasons and excuses behind the DNF, let’s call it like it is: I dropped out because I wanted to, not because I had to. Ego took hold and rather than face a two-hour-plus half marathon time, I chose to quit.
So then. What happened? I think it was the combination of the perfect storm of bad elements all coming together:
I feel like I've got my running mojo back. Even though--or maybe because--I spent the first half of this year dealing with on and off again injuries, I'm having fun with running again. Let's be real--I will ALWAYS be concerned with my times, but I'm also relaxing enough to (maybe, kinda, sort of) be okay if I don't go out and kill every race.
With that in mind, yesterday I ran the 2014 Greensboro marathon. I did it without wearing a watch. My plan was to run the miles based on how I felt, walking if and when needed with the vague goal of coming in under four hours. Holding with tradition, I made a last-minute decision to run the race, signing up on Tuesday, so I wasn't especially trained for a marathon. I knew I could do the distance but wasn't sure at what pace--and that was okay.
Before the start gunI made it to the banana lap. I’ll pause to allow the significance of that statement to sink in.
For those unaware of what a banana lap is, when you run a 24-hour loop, on what is most likely your last lap you’re handed a banana with your bib number on it. When the horn sounds announcing the end of the 24-hours, you set your banana down so they can measure exactly how far you ran during the race. (Sobbing with gratitude that it’s finally over is optional.)
This was my third year running the race. Year one, I got 62.1 miles. Last year, 76 miles. This mile, my official total was 86.341 miles.
This year’s race stood out on several accounts. Here are a few highlights.
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