I get these little obsessions every once in a while.
For a while it was Jeeps. Or cephalopods as pets. Digital SLRs is still pretty high on the list, along with new boots for hiking. And my Kindle.
Sometimes, it is just a phase. And sometimes, I have a new hobby.
Earlier this year, I decided I wanted to RUN! I read Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall. I was convinced I should be a runner, maybe a barefoot runner, and I would become an ultra-marathoner in the next year or so. I even bought toe shoes.
While I was in the throws of this particular idea, I decided I would start training for the Bolder-Boulder for real this time. I went to a physical therapist who specializes in helping people run without injury and improving form and efficiency. Everything was going awesome.
I was so confident, I then signed up for a crazy 200 mile relay race at the end of the summer, and convinced a friend she wanted to go, too.
Then... life happened.
About a month and a half ago, I was feeling pretty good about the chances of running a 10K in under an hour. I had just completed a workout of sets, and gone about 5 miles in about 50 minutes.
And I stopped training.
I don't know what the hell. It isn't that I didn't want to go. I just didn't.
Before I knew it, Memorial Day weekend was here, and I was going to run 6.2 miles. A month and a half ago, I thought I could do it in 45 minutes. Now I was hoping for under an hour. Maybe.
I kept telling myself I did the race last year in an hour and twelve minutes. I didn't train last year at all. I can shave twelve minutes. Totally. Probably.
THE AWESOME RACE THAT TRIED TO KILL ME:
Monday Morning: Race Day
Hmm... It is 6:30 in the morning. It is possible I shouldn't have used beer to carb load last night. There is a line for the bus. Also, I have to pee.
Monday Morning (a little later): The Race Begins
The line for the bus took forever. With that, and waiting in line at the porto-poties, I miss my wave. Whatever. Gonna run, now!
Monday Morning (slightly later than that): I'm a Winner!
My friend and I take off. We are going strong, going fast, feeling good. Damn, I am so gonna beat my brother, first time EVER!
Monday Morning (still pretty close to the beginning): WTF?
Not a kilometer in, HOLY CRAP! MY KNEE HURTS! WTF!
Monday Morning (why isn't it over yet?):
We walk fast. My friend is awesome and stays back with injured me. Hurts a lot to run, doesn't hurt much walking, just a little. I walk faster than some of the joggers. But I am walking. I hate that I can't run. Seriously. I want to RUN. And I CAN'T. I'M A FAILURE!
Monday (is it still) Morning (?): The Finish Line
I run the last bit in the stadium, blinding pain. But it's fun. And I get through the end. I didn't even visibly limp!
Monday Afternoon: The Recovery of my Pride
They gave us free beer at the end. And water. And soda. And soy milk.
Fuck it, I had fun.
Anyway. I finished the Bolder-Boulder in 1 hour and 20 minutes, mostly walking. I kinda failed, but it was a fun day. Gotta get my knee in shape for the relay in August. And my brother has me convinced I should run a half-marathon in Tucson in December.
OK, fine. It isn't a phase. Now I just gotta stop hurting myself.