"You are crazy." This is my father's reply to me upon filling him in
too enthusiasticallyon my newest goal: running an ultra. Whether or not he meant it as such, I took this as nothing short of a compliment.
I am crazy, Dad. Crazy about life, crazy about running, crazy about breaking barriers, setting goals and pushing my limits. You think this is insanity? You should see me when I don't run. That is crazy. I went two weeks without running while recovering from my marathon and letting my hip heal. I honestly began to question my sanity.
3.1, 6.2, 13.1, 26.2. Conquered. Naturally, an ultra comes next....right? That's how my brain works, anyway. My sights are set on February 15th for the Hagg Lake Mud Run. That is a little over 16 weeks from today. Perfect amount of time for training, I'd say. And this is what begins today:
I guess the training only technically begins today. Mondays are rest days, but my zeal put a run on the books for this evening. The biggest thing I appreciate about this training program is that only my long run has a set distance, the rest is just for time (45 minutes, 1 hour etc.) This ultra is going to be a lot less about pace than it will be about just crossing that damn finish line without dying.
It is my hope to make a little more time for writing during this training session, as I've failed rather miserably in times past. Someone please hold me accountable? I'd rather drone on here about my obsession than bore everyone around me on a daily basis with this stuff...Or maybe I'll do both? Fellow runners understand. When you set a new goal, you cannot shut up about it. Everyone knows you're a runner, the distances you like to run, your thoughts on road versus trail or any other random information you like to volunteer to anyone with a free ear. You're passionate about it, so why quell the enthusiasm? Am I right?
I want to take a minute to brag a little. I have this sister...and she is nothing short of amazing. Four months ago, she decided to start running. I'd like to think that I may have played a small part in this decision. Who knows. Enthusiasm is contagious! She and her fiancee set their sights on The Prefontaine Memorial Run that was this last month, September 21st. A 10k as their first race. Not only did they sign up, but a childhood friend of ours and myself as well.
I feel like a proud parent:
Here we are after the finish. These three blazed through this course and beasted their way up Agony Hill (0.7 miles long.) I was admittedly a bit whiney, as this was the first time I'd run since my marathon (which was only the weekend before!) My sister kept me going the first half, and I helped her get through the second half. My tactic? I just didn't shut up. I told her every random thing that came to my mind. It distracted, didn't it, sister? When it came time to climb that beastly hill, we just spewed profanities. Trust us, it works. And then, we crossed the finish line together.
Seriously though, I am so proud of these three people. In ways that words cannot describe. To set goals and smash them? Phenomenal. As if this race wasn't enough (because really, when is just one race enough?), my sister and her fiancee are running a half marathon with me in just over a month's time. The Holiday Half on December 15th will be their first. We're crossing our fingers for good weather (last year was 40 degrees and drizzling.) And I am crossing my fingers that I can convince them to run the Portland Marathon with me next year...But shhhhh, they don't know that yet!
One more moment of bragging. My roommate. We dressed up as tooth fairies and ran a 5k. Not only did we both set a new personal record (24:14 5k!) but she and I crossed the finish line together. Whether she realized it or not, having her by my side helped me to push myself harder than I had in quite a while. I mean, PR guys, come on! Roomie, you're amazing. We definitely did Run Like Hell.