And later...
Over a year has passed since I last chronicled my adventures in running and life. It's difficult to summarize a year's worth of running, but let's just say, I've improved.
In 2010 I logged just over 1,750 miles, ran a few races and got a little bit faster. In July I participated in the annual ritual of Atlanta runners: The Peachtree Road Race. I mustered my quickest time to date in this race, finishing in 49:19.
On a warm September Saturday, I "ran" the Salem Lake 30K in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. This race proved one thing for me: I don't want to race anything longer than a half marathon. I felt like I'd trained well, ran some good long runs and had continued running six days a week. However, after 12 miles I completely fizzled and sweltered to a slow crawling finish. After crossing the finish, I felt dazed and had to acquaint myself with a nice patch of grass to prevent vomiting. It was not pleasant.
In November, I managed to eek out another milestone. I ran the Chickamauga Battlefield Half Marathon, besting my time yet again with a 1:49 and some seconds finish. My goal had been to break 1:50.
Getting faster has been a process of logging ample mileage, dedication, and forcing myself to run faster on a regular basis. I've been fortunate to find someone to run with on occasion that's much faster than me, so I've got to step up to keep up. That's been the main reason I've made some strides.
2011 has me in an odd frame of mind for running. I've been debating the prospect of signing another race, but keep concluding that it's best to leave well alone. I can come up with a number of excuses not to "do" a race, including: the cost, the transportation and the manner in which I simply get worked up about races. Why I get anxious about races is a mystery given that I'm a solid mid-pack runner without any hope of hardware. Nonetheless, this year I endeavor to simply run, between 30-40 miles per week, for the joy of it. Oh, and I might have a little goal of logging 2,000 miles this year.
In 2010 I logged just over 1,750 miles, ran a few races and got a little bit faster. In July I participated in the annual ritual of Atlanta runners: The Peachtree Road Race. I mustered my quickest time to date in this race, finishing in 49:19.
On a warm September Saturday, I "ran" the Salem Lake 30K in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. This race proved one thing for me: I don't want to race anything longer than a half marathon. I felt like I'd trained well, ran some good long runs and had continued running six days a week. However, after 12 miles I completely fizzled and sweltered to a slow crawling finish. After crossing the finish, I felt dazed and had to acquaint myself with a nice patch of grass to prevent vomiting. It was not pleasant.
In November, I managed to eek out another milestone. I ran the Chickamauga Battlefield Half Marathon, besting my time yet again with a 1:49 and some seconds finish. My goal had been to break 1:50.
Getting faster has been a process of logging ample mileage, dedication, and forcing myself to run faster on a regular basis. I've been fortunate to find someone to run with on occasion that's much faster than me, so I've got to step up to keep up. That's been the main reason I've made some strides.
2011 has me in an odd frame of mind for running. I've been debating the prospect of signing another race, but keep concluding that it's best to leave well alone. I can come up with a number of excuses not to "do" a race, including: the cost, the transportation and the manner in which I simply get worked up about races. Why I get anxious about races is a mystery given that I'm a solid mid-pack runner without any hope of hardware. Nonetheless, this year I endeavor to simply run, between 30-40 miles per week, for the joy of it. Oh, and I might have a little goal of logging 2,000 miles this year.
Labels: Chickmauga Battlefield Half Marathon, goals, Peachtree Road Race, running
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