It’s been a little too doomy-gloomy around here for my liking, what with all the c-word crap.
Any other Transporter/Jason Statham fans out there? Anybody else wish they had a Ukranian accent and a bright red bob wig? And a handle of vodka? I’m not alone here, right?
But really, let’s shift gears – how ’bout some running…
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To be all full-disclosure on the No-Train-Racing Plan, let’s go over the three things I believe deserve full credit for its success :
(Warning : big, boastful, cocky statements ahead. Don’t hate me.)
- I’m naturally athletic. I know, it’s kind of an unfair advantage. No, I haven’t always been a “runner” – I was a ball-sports girl (where running was punishment and not the sport) – but thanks to all those competitive years, being in shape comes easy.
- I’m one of those people that’s annoyingly good at everything. Hand me a ball, racquet, dart, scrabble board, WHATEVER – as long as it’s not musically-related, I’ll put up a decent fight.
Tell me to run a marathon? Give me a few weeks and I’ll knock it out.
- I’m stubborn to a fault. Nobody likes to fail. Saying I’m going to do something and then not pulling through is my biggest fear and motivator. If I claim I’m going to PR and don’t, it’ll beat the crap out of me. (Even an age group 2nd place can’t redeem that)
And if redemption means running two races in six days, by God, I will. Just to prove I can.
Why am I telling you all this? I swear it’s not nauseate you with how awesome I think I am.
My problem with all this comes in knowing how little I can get away with and still be good.
In high school I was a pretty good pitcher. Ok, I was really good. But not because I worked harder or cared more than anybody else. Truthfully, I skated by on as little work as possible. I stumbled into practices hungover, flirted with the baseball team during shared cage time, and made a habit of warming up for games five minutes before they started. It drove my catcher MAD.
“Do you know how good you could be if you actually worked hard and gave a shit?!?”
And here I find myself implementing the same approach to running. I could almost hear her voice when Chacha went on a small rant at the finish line of Fontana two weekends ago :
“YOU DON’T EVEN TRAIN! I work my butt off, and you roll out of bed after a few weeks of half-assed “training” and PR like it’s no big deal. It’s maddening.”
Sure I can keep getting by on my non-existent training plans, ban from the weight room, drinking too much, & eating crap. I’ll get to keep my “normal life” and not have to sell my soul to Brooks or cash our savings into stock in Gu & Gatorade.
But then that pesky little voice in the back of my mind chimes in…
‘Just how good could you be?? What if you gave JUST A TEENSY bit more?’
Stop skipping workouts more often than actually doing them – picking up a weight once in a while – making friends with speedwork and hills – going to bed at a decent hour – stop considering frozen yogurt a health food…
What would happen if I committed to those small changes?
Sub-4 hour marathon?
A PR on a course that’s not straight downhill?
A PR Sweep in 2011? (Mar, Half, 10K, 5K)
The ability to talk while running with friends without requiring an oxygen tank?
It’ll be more work, sure. But really what am I going to be doing with myself once this wedding, honeymoon, and move across town are out of the way?
(Oh, did I forget to tell you we’re moving? Yeah, in between the wedding and the honeymoon. I know. Good planning…)
We’ll see how long this ambitious attitude lasts. Don’t hold me to anything, ok? But for now, let’s toy with the “what if” thoughts and the dreams of 3:xx marathons…
I normally don’t ask questions like this, but I have to know –
What kind of a runner/exerciser/competitor are you?
– Are you super disciplined and follow a plan to the T?
– Do you “wing it”, and just trust you’re able-bodied enough to survive?
– Rely on training buddies to get you through?
– Or were you genetically fabricated to bust out 7:00/miles, back-to-back marathons, and go from zero to 20 milers like it’s nothing? (AHEM, SR…)