When something bad happens, you have three choices: let it define you, let it destroy you, or let it strengthen you.
The heart of the difference is not ability or even talent, but desire
The secret of life is that there is no secret of life. It's all hard work. Yet you still have to find the right works and be free to choose direction that is best for you.
The purpose of life is to discover and develop your gift. The meaning of life comes from sharing your gift with others. - David Viscott
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Coming around the bend.
I rejoined forces with Lisa S-B to work on my build-up and injury prevention, and between Ronda’s workouts and eating plan with her never-getting-tired encouragements and Lisa’s knowledge of my past racing and running experiences I am stomping at the beginning of a new season. On Wednesday I was assigned a hard run, what actually did happen and made me happy! I worked my tail off in the early morning to the point I felt sore legs the rest of the day. My gym workouts are progressing so well, I am surprised. I picked up on weight and intensity and don’t get bonky anymore, and the load piles up. Friday was a bit of a tough day as I didn’t get a wink of sleep and was dragging it once I hit the gym at night, but as I slowly got into it, including single-leg presses, it turned out I can do more than I did last season with both legs. How weird – in a good way. Then after a 30 min on an Elliptical machine I had to do first official hill work – 20 min at grade 4, and I kept at it easily! OK, the pace I set was 10 min/mile, but I kept hitting the front of the belt, what meant I could have gone faster, I just wanted to make sure I can get through the whole thing and didn’t up it. It felt awesome!
Saturday was a day off, and I employed Adrien with me to hit a car dealership – my old car was about to die any moment and was plain dangerous. Our team work paid yet again, as were able to bargain big and get a great deal on a trade-off (thankfully they forgot to open doors and trunk that weren’t opening anymore and only drove a bit around before realizing the transmission is out flat dead, not to mention the rest of the abuse I put on this Subaru through 6 years and 130,000 miles). I drove away happy owner of a 2005 Honda Civic with 10,000 miles on it!
Sunday was my first “long run”. Yes, I know, calling 17.5M this name is a sign of weakness, but it was, indeed, a back-introduction to the distance build-up. Bushwhacker picked me up and we drove to Germantown trailhead on Wildwood to meet up with Adrien and Mike’s friend and my Montrail teammate Billy Simpson from Memphis, TN. Dude is cool! One more crazy ultrarunner with dirty talks on dirty trails – just the way I like it.
Getting ready to rock the trail.
We hit the trail at 7:30 am, and took it nice and easy – all of about first 10 min. The mojo of the guys along with my competitiveness kicked in rather quickly as we started to accumulate speed and weaved along the luxury green on soft dirt covered with leaves. The talk was endless, so I guess I was still going at conversational pace – what I was prescribed to for the first long outing, but we sure pushed it! Boyz were ripping the trail! and I was wondering how long I would be able to keep up and still come back for the second half after turn-around. We came to Saltzman Rd, just a touch over 8.5M in, in 1:32, and was I a happy camper with this time! That’s what I am supposed to do “in-season”, not now!
A customary mid-run break - look at these serious athletes stretching:)
After a few minutes break it was obvious we’re getting stiff and cold, so we quickly bagged standing around and took off back to the car. While I lead for a mile or so, I soon realize my boundaries and let Mike and Billy take it on, seeing them disappear around a bend. Adrien stayed at my pace – after all, a mere 3 weeks ago he finished his first 100 at San Diego, in a fine time may I add! We caught up on happenings of the past weeks and went into the usual “sharing times” – where and when else would you open up as much as on a long trail run? While we took more walk breaks and gone slower, it was still 1:40 for the way back, and it made me smile, although horrible hurting in my hamstrings.
I made healthy muffins the night before for the occasion, and guys shared them (while I pictured Ronda and stayed away, waiting for the real food deal). Some 20 min later Billy had to depart – he was leaving for home next day – as in “I had it up to here with you guys:)”, and we took a road around to meet up with Ronda’s group doing their run at another end of Wildwood. We didn’t stay long enough to see them, however we did get to laugh with Kyly as she ran into this point some 5 minutes later! Speaking of Kyly (woohoo, looking hot, girl!) – she is looking for a home to a cat who wandered to her house not long ago, and I’ll post a picture once get it. Please, help! We parted and went to down some calories in. More chatting provided, it was an awesome day.
The funny part was when I came home – for the first time in years – as in YEARS – I felt tired, and even fell asleep, first in a bathtub, then on a couch. Last it happened was when I trained for my first marathon! Was it a lingering effect of sleepless night on Thursday, my emotions from Friday’s submitting divorce papers or a combo of hard “longish” run, I don’t know, but I only felt back to myself by 6 pm. So here you have it, make fun, laugh at me, I am at peace and happy.
Greatness is not where we stand, but in what direction we’re moving. We must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but sail we msut and not drift, nor lie at anchor. (Oliver Wendell Holmes)
p.s. From Kyly: I found this stray kitty a few days ago. I believe he is a neutered male. Very sweet and affectionate, gets along with dogs and cats. Littered box trained. Please help find him a home.