Tuesday, April 12, 2011

First Day Success

179 Days to Race


Yesterday's training session went very well. I ran just over two miles at a pace of 10’56”. Not bad for me, really. I even managed to run a negative split! (Second half faster than first half.) That’s supposed to be a good thing and propel you to run a personal record (PR). I don’t know or even really care if that is true. I’m running my first marathon. I’m guaranteed to run a PR if I finish.

When I got home I enjoyed my own ceremony to celebrate the start of a new training program. It's a bit kindergarten, but I put a sticker on my calendar. It's blurry because my phone's camera isn't great, but still. I have my first gold star!

When I decided to identify as a runner—just saying I’m a runner is still a new and foreign concept to me—I ordered a subscription to Runner’s World. I’m learning all kinds of cool things about running. I was introduced to the wonders of BodyGlide (one word) to keep from chafing and read reviews of running shoes before I bought my newest pair. But the main thing I like about getting this magazine every month is the feeling of community and the inspirational stories I find.

Today is supposed to be a rest day. Rest days are hard. It sounds crazy, but you keep feeling that you aren’t doing something you should be doing. I know intellectually that my body needs rest, but emotionally I want to go out and pound the pavement. I do tend to think of my feet kicking and pounding the ground as a way to beat the stress out of my day. Nice, I think. But, back to point. I’m going to use my rest days to focus on those who inspire me.

When I subscribed to RW I received a special deal. I got a training log and a “Complete Runner’s Guide” as well. In the Runner’s Guide there is a story about a woman, Margaret Davis of Azusa, CA, who ran her first marathon at age 79. Her current goal (at age 85) is to qualify for the Boston Marathon. She says that she needs a 5:30 (what I hope to be able to run) and her current best is a 5:37. 

I want to be Margaret Davis when I grow up.

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