The following series of posts are completely selfish. As I embark on my first marathon, I've been doing quite a bit of reflection as to how I got myself into this mess. Some of it may be new to you and some of it may be old news. Feel free to read, feel free to comment, feel free to skip it and wait for me to get over myself.
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game; In the deed the glory"
-Anonymous. Posted on the southwest entrance to Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, NE.
-Anonymous. Posted on the southwest entrance to Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, NE.
I never intended to be a runner.
In the Fall of 2005, my doctor told me that my breathing difficulties were due to mild anxiety attacks. He left me with 3 options:
Exercise. I had tried that a few times. I'd go to the gym, mess around on with circuit training, play some racquetball, etc. The lure of it would fade quickly however. Nevertheless, I followed doctor's orders. Since I had a new iPod, I thought I'd lace em up and go out for a run. It's easy, it's cheap. How bad can it be? After about 1/2 mile, it was pretty bad. Too many hills. Too damn cold. I walked back home.
Fast forward to late-May of 2006. My sister had mentioned that she was trying this new running program, the C25K program. Essentially, it's a combination of running and walking and you build up to running 30 minutes straight. It sounded like a good idea, but I was busy wrapping up my 3rd year of teaching plus finishing up my Masters. At the end of the school year, I gave it a try. I had some extra time since I wasn't taking grad classes, so I loaded up the iPod and rolled out on the roads with a new plan.
Since I didn't own a stopwatch, I would time myself by the songs. Being a former TV producer helped because you have to be pretty damn good at adding obscure times. It was primitive, but it worked for me. Besides, in the back of my mind I couldn't imagine even finishing this program, so there was no way I was going to buy a stopwatch.
Sign #1 that I was a Runner: The Stop Sign.
I stuck with the C25K schedule. I had noticed that I had a lot more energy, had lost some weight and was pretty motivated because of it. I liked running, but it wasn't until I had to run 20 minutes straight where it hit me. I was getting pretty gassed towards the end of the run. I was struggling, but I was determined. I saw a stop sign in my neighborhood and I told myself that if I could get past the stop sign, I'd stop there. I ran past the stop sign and just kept going. My body and my mind both found an extra gear and I finished out the run.*
I was hooked.
In the Fall of 2005, my doctor told me that my breathing difficulties were due to mild anxiety attacks. He left me with 3 options:
- Medication.
- Decrease my coffee intake.
- Exercise.
Exercise. I had tried that a few times. I'd go to the gym, mess around on with circuit training, play some racquetball, etc. The lure of it would fade quickly however. Nevertheless, I followed doctor's orders. Since I had a new iPod, I thought I'd lace em up and go out for a run. It's easy, it's cheap. How bad can it be? After about 1/2 mile, it was pretty bad. Too many hills. Too damn cold. I walked back home.
Fast forward to late-May of 2006. My sister had mentioned that she was trying this new running program, the C25K program. Essentially, it's a combination of running and walking and you build up to running 30 minutes straight. It sounded like a good idea, but I was busy wrapping up my 3rd year of teaching plus finishing up my Masters. At the end of the school year, I gave it a try. I had some extra time since I wasn't taking grad classes, so I loaded up the iPod and rolled out on the roads with a new plan.
Since I didn't own a stopwatch, I would time myself by the songs. Being a former TV producer helped because you have to be pretty damn good at adding obscure times. It was primitive, but it worked for me. Besides, in the back of my mind I couldn't imagine even finishing this program, so there was no way I was going to buy a stopwatch.
Sign #1 that I was a Runner: The Stop Sign.
I stuck with the C25K schedule. I had noticed that I had a lot more energy, had lost some weight and was pretty motivated because of it. I liked running, but it wasn't until I had to run 20 minutes straight where it hit me. I was getting pretty gassed towards the end of the run. I was struggling, but I was determined. I saw a stop sign in my neighborhood and I told myself that if I could get past the stop sign, I'd stop there. I ran past the stop sign and just kept going. My body and my mind both found an extra gear and I finished out the run.*
I was hooked.









