When you're done talking about the thing and obsessing over the thing and you actually, finally, mercifully get to the starting line to do the thing--run the race that is--the number in your head doesn't mean shit.
You'll run the race you're capable of if you can just get your big dumb brain out of the way and execute a max effort over the distance you're racing that day. You can't do that if half your brain is preoccupied with a number--either a mile split or a pace or a finish time or one of the numbers on that beeping, blinking gizmoid the size of a toaster strapped onto your chicken-bone wrist.
This is what you trained for. Now do the thing. You find out the number at the end, and maybe you'll be pleasantly surprised. You just never know. And that's why you do it.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Spring is almost here, sort of. It's been winter for a while now. I haven't run a race since November (haven't run a meaningful one since October) and I just took two weeks nearly off from training. I went skiing in Breckenridge, Colorado with one of my college buddies and a bunch of his friends from California and then I went straight to Phoenix for a work meeting. When I got home I had to go to Portland and Albany for meetings. I rolled into last weekend on fumes. It was worth it--the skiing was awesome and it was great to catch up with my buddy Pat.
I had always planned to start my 2010 training campaign after I got back from Breckenridge--before I knew the Phoenix trip would get tacked on and before I knew the New England area would get hit with the storm of the decade right as I was getting underway (we had 10 inches of rain in 72 hours in Middlesex County, driven by sustained 35 mph winds, gusting to 60.)
So here we are. It's just over 10 weeks until the Runners Alley Red Hook 5k and that seems as good a target as any at which to aim my training.
I've run 5 days in a row (woohoo!) and today I did a nice, gentle workout to prime the pump--a 10 mile run with 8 x 1 minute at 5k-10k effort with 3-minute jogs. I'm loosely following Pete Magill's Carlsbad 5000 training program. Pete's a few weeks ahead of me in his training but that's okay--that means I can do exactly what he doesn't want runners to do and look at what's on the program for next week and the week after. I'm starting to feel like a runner. And the days are starting to get longer.