As I have mentioned before, I am in training to run the ING New York City Marathon with Katie (@rjmommy) this November. I’m a charity running working towards raising $2,500 for the Run for Something Better (@orangelaces) charity.
As I mentioned in my first post, there are so many reasons why I SHOULDN’T be tackling this. Of course, I’ve ignored every one of them. I’m stubborn that way.
From here forward I plan on documenting my training for the marathon each week: the good, the bad and the ridiculous. I welcome your advice or support. Comment away!
17 Weeks Out:
My running schedule is pretty basic. I generally run three times a week and cross-train on off days. This past week I ran four times, keeping my mileage pretty low for the majority of the runs. We’re talking 3-4 milers at a very slow pace. I’m afraid of starting speed work because of my IT Band injury last year. My physical therapist said that speed work was a definite no-no. (If you are wondering what speed work is, let me fill you in: you run in intervals at stupid crazy speeds. If you can’t breathe then you are on the right track. Sounds like fun, no? Honestly, I’m not in a hurry to begin that.)
Our long run this week was 12 miles. Yeah. We ran 12 miles IN THE POURING RAIN. If you ask me, the whole thing was debacle to begin with. Problem #1 – I couldn’t find my Body Glide. Problem #2 – I was out of GU. (I am addicted to GU, a subject I will no doubt discuss in a later training update.) Problem #3 – I was exhausted. Not a good combination.
Let’s talk about the beauty that is Body Glide for a moment, shall we? You put on this handy product where clothing irritates so that you don’t chafe. CHAFING HAPPENS (especially for women) when you run long distances. When you don’t have it, well, you can only imagine. Rain only exacerbates the problem. I’ll spare you the details and just say that my body looks like I’ve been the victim of torture at this moment. My husband is none to thrilled because it has affected one of his favorite parts of me. Ahem.
Despite the rain, the run was kind of symbolic. It was the benchmark. Running is officially no longer recreational. From here out our runs will be no shorter than a half marathon distance. (Holy crap!) They will be an investment in time, planning and sheer will.
For the record: my husband thinks I am crazy. I’m inclined to agree.
BY THE WAY: Interested in supporting me and my charity in the NYC Marathon?
If you are an individual who thinks I am bonkers and would like to donate to help support the craziness and to erradicate childhood obesity, then please do so here. I need to raise $2,190 before October 1st! However, if you are a business who would like to sponsor me monetarily or otherwise, please email me directly at email@example.com and we can chat.