Not sure if you remember, but a couple months ago I announced here I would be running the SLC Marathon in April, and without going into all the detail again, let's just say I've never really thought of myself as a runner, and I DEFINITELY don't have a runner's body, but I've been training since October, and with each long run, I'm getting a little better (meaning a little less miserable) at this. From the beginning, my intention was to blog about training with hopes of getting some inspiration from friends reading this blog to push me through my rough patches, but with working full time, taking care of a baby, and training, the last thing I want to do at night after Sam goes to sleep is get on the computer, so hopefully this holiday break will get me back into blogging mode, and I can keep you more up to date on my training successes and woes (mostly woes I'm sure), and you can leave positive, motivating comments, deal?
My long run this weekend actually wasn't so long because it was a taper week in my training (a week of shorter runs to give your body a break). I did 4.4 miles in 50 minutes, which is a bit slower than my goal race pace of just over 10 minutes per mile, but I was running mostly on ice with my eyelashes pretty much frozen shut, so I'd say that pace is not too shabby!!
For the first half of the run I was full of rage. I was mad at the freezing cold temperature, the fog that kept me from seeing more that about 20 feet ahead, and the fact that I was running blind (cuz eyelashes frozen shut), but after I reached the turn around point I was a new person. I could smell the barn and I wanted to get there fast! I started feeling pretty good, and I picked up the pace a bit, and actually almost enjoyed the second half of my run. I say almost because I definitely would have rather been at home eating, but maybe I'll get to the point where I would actually choose my run. Who knows, we'll see. At that point I thought, wow, it's kind of cool that my eyelashes are frozen shut, so I called Mike as I approached the house and asked him to get his camera ready because I wanted proof of this hard core run before the ice melted off! He snapped my picture as I entered the door, and there you have it, proof, I am officially a runner.
