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Friday, March 14, 2008
Am I crazy?
So, it's been almost a week since I completed the Moab half marathon, (which in itself is somewhat miraculous since after running the Salt Lake half marathon last year I swore it would be my last!) and I haven't run since, but I'm feeling guilty now for being a slacker. My friend Becky (who also ran the Moab half) called me on about Tuesday to say she was going to run the Salt Lake half marathon and asked if I wanted to do it too. I must be somewhat of a masochist because I'm actually considering it. But I'm not committed yet, I keep remembering how at mile 8 I started thinking "Man, this is getting really old - I'm kind of tired of running." Then, somewhere between mile 10 and 11 I started thinking that I was going to puke and really wishing that it were a 12 mile race instead. In my head I was saying, "OK just finish this race - without puking please, and you never have to do another half marathon in your life." I just keep thinking how nice it would be to just run a 5K or 10K. But I did improve my time by about 4 minutes, so there is a part of me that would like to see how I do this year on the same course as last year - to see if I really have improved. But since Becky called me, I keep having nightmares about the race. In one, I am at the start line and realize I forgot my power gels and there is no time to get any and I know I can't finish without them. In another, the race starts without me. I can't quite figure out why I'm not at the starting line, but since my biggest fear in racing is that I will come in dead last, (speed is not my strength) this is truly a nightmare for me. I guess this all just really boils down to the question, should I or should I not run 8 miles tomorrow? I'll have to let you know what I decide.
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Uh, I'd go with the "NOT" on the 8 mile question, but you might have noticed that you could choose better role-models than me in the fitness department. Go run, my friend, go run!
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