A week ago I met with Coach Katherine for the first time. She's a running coach with experience running and coaching. She's run Boston, and about half of her clientele consists of triathletes. We met at Panera Bread in downtown Orlando and the first thing she told me is she's 8-months pregnant. We spent an hour talking about running, goals, my history, her background, etc. We talked about my goal of running Boston in 2016, which she mentioned is aggressive (which I know). She said some of her clients have trimmed :30 minutes off their first marathon. I told her by the end of the year, my goal is to run in four hours or less. That's a LOT more than a :30 minute improvement.
The next forty-five minutes were spent stretching, doing drills and evaluating my form. She made a few tweaks, and I'm convinced solved my Achilles / calf problem.
We left agreeing that the week of the 13th would be our first week, and my initial mission was to get out and run a few days this past week. Nothing bold and daring like 5 or 6 miles. Just a couple miles at most, and work on my form. I walked away energized and ready to get 2014 started. Boston or Bust, right? And 1.5 to 2.0 miles is NOTHING.
Then the week hit. Hard. The picture above is where I spent the past five days, many nights not getting to bed until 3 and up at 5. The things in the upper right corner were my sources of energy - coffee in the styrofoam cup (we had breakfast at Perkins yesterday, celebrating my youngest son's 13th birthday) and my mug of green tea. The two screens were where I focused my eyes. What a mess.
At the end of the week, I did have a sense of accomplishment, but was worn out. As a result last night was slow, hitting the pillow early and up easy around 8am. Running hasn't been a ritual since the Chicago Marathon in October. So today, I took my first steps.The weather was warm, and I took our dog Hank with me. The first thing I realized is I am back to being OUT. OF. SHAPE. So is Hank. The good news is I'm not feeling any pain in my calves / Achilles (although my right hip is tight). And the better news is I have momentum. No injuries. No pressure. Just some energy headed in the right direction.
Here are the stats:
Start Time: 12:41pm
Avg Pace: 9:44
Well, run that for 26.2 miles and it won't be my 4 hour marathon. But I don't have to run a 4 hour marathon today. I DO have to put the right habits back in place.
The goal for the month of January is to run 2 miles in 14 minutes. That's a lot of work in 3 weeks when I can't even run ONE mile at that 7:00 per mile clip. Momentum is magic, baby. Momentum is magic.