The Need for (More) Speed
I am such a dork. This morning I spent an hour looking up race times from FIVE years ago--before twins, before 50 more pounds settled on my frame, before every waking moment seemed to be consumed by work or being a mom.
It got me excited about running and about my potential. I'm never going to be fast. I'm never going to win anything. But I can be faster than I am now, for sure.
The long and short of my research:
- At distances between 5 & 10K, my times ranged from 9:31 minute miles to 10:06 minute miles, even at altitude. I did three sub 10 minute mile races (and all this time I thought there was only ONE)
- At the half marathon distance (13.1 miles), I ranged from 11 minute to 12 minute miles
- At the marathon distance (26.2 miles), I was solidly doing 12 minute miles (mostly because of walking the later miles)
This time round while training for the Chicago marathon in October:
- I've done ZERO races. ZERO. And I'm ok with that.
- I'm not dealing with major injuries (in fact, my Achilles Tendinitis is finally healing in large part to my expensive, miracle MBT shoes and training sensibly)
- I'm training to run/walk
- I'm just hoping to finish the same day I start. :-)