Today was my first run in at least 3 months, maybe 4. I was a little wary about what it would feel like. Bridget asked how long I was going to go out for, "An hour?" she asked.
I shook me head. I was just going to play it by ear, but there was no way that my first run in such a long time was going to be an hour long. I don't hate myself that much. Besides, I still have to ride to work this week.
First, I headed out around a 1.2 mile loop around my neighborhood. I felt decent. The first hill was a little harder than I expected though. Instead of turning back to home I continued onward to a nearby school that has an outdoor track. The track is a little over a 1/2 mile from home. I started timing my half mile times once at the track. 5:07, then 4:53 and finally a 4:50. My heart rate was a little high during those times, but I didn't feel like I was dying. It also wasn't much more effort than what I had been doing...so I felt pretty good about that too. I ran a lap and a half and then headed back home. Roughly 4 miles total in about 43 minutes. Taking into account that other than the time at the track it was a hilly run, I feel good. My thighs feel a little tight tonight, which means that it will hurt to get out of bed tomorrow, but it could be worse.
I am pretty sure that if I had to do a 10K right now I would be able to hold sub 10 minute miles times on a fairly flat course. This is a great place to start my training for this year's triathlons. Much better than last year as I recollect.
Assuming that there will still be a spot available at the Ironman 70.3 in Boise this June I think I will do fine on the run if I can get a good training regimen going. Whether I can beat Fish or DTP is questionable. But then, that is not really the goal. I just want to do well with regard to what I am capable of, as in better than last year. If those yahoos beat me then so beat it. I am not overly concerned. I am not concerned because I have put this whole triathlon thing into its proper place in my life. I do them because they help to keep me fit, not because I enjoy them or because I need to beat such-and-such to validate myself.
No, I seek out my validation on the cyclocross courses. I get totally bummed out when I don't do as well as I envision. If I don't drown during the swim, and finish the bike in the top 1/3 and run the 13.1 miles without stopping all is well. Where I finish is secondary.
At least that is what I tell myself at dawn of this training season....
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