#flashbackfriday
My Father. Canberra Marathon 1992.
I think of him every time I go for a run.
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GPOYW: Me with my two favorite guys in the world edition
My dad, me, Mr. B
So this morning I failed to wake up to run my 4-5 miles… BUT I promised myself a good ass kicking once work was over.
I strapped on my shoes and hopped on the train to Columbus Circle. Once I got there, I ran. According to my Garmin, my first mile was done in 7:54. (Whoa Nelly!* Pull it back…) I slowed to an 8:20 pace and then realized that that was still a little too fast and then I settled in to a pace around 9:00. Three sweaty laps of the Lower Loop (5.01 miles and 43:58) later, I realized that I had completed one of my best runs to date.

My running has been inconsistent, and I have been, well, there’s really no other word for it, lazy. If I’m going to do as well as I would like to do in my 25k, I really need to buckle down and get serious about my training. A little over 100 days to go until the Fifth Third River Bank Run and I am going to work my ass off to get a PR. (I know, I know… It’s my first 25k, automatically a PR, but I would love to break my half marathon PR time in the process.)
I’ve also upped the ante when it comes to strength training. I’ve added the Insanity workout and while I find myself wanting to switch kick Shaun T. in the balls most of the time, I’m liking the way I feel when it’s done. (Even if it means I have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning.)
So that’s where I am with my running and everything. A bit of a bummer that I couldn’t get my run in this morning, but it seems like the extra sleep came in handy and I totally redeemed myself with tonight’s run.
*”Whoa Nelly”??? Really? Am I 80?