I think it’s about time I pull out the Roger Murtaugh card.
I’m getting way too old to run a half marathon without training.
That seems superfluous, right? Regardless of age, people shouldn’t run 13.1 miles without proper training.
Well, it doesn’t go without saying in my universe. Until very recently I didn’t pay too much mind to this so-called concept of doing mini-runs to build stamina and endurance come race day. Explosive performance. Who needs it? Personal best. A tad needy, no? Quick recovery. Why hide the war wounds?
With a complete straight face, I say that my lack of training stems from my belief in being super awesome. I’ve written before how running marathons and logging those miles warps your sense of judgement for other races. I’m stuck in a marathon frame-of-mind … despite having dealt with injuries.
To kick off 2013, I signed up for the Los Angeles New Year’s Race, a nighttime venture that took you through downtown, Elysian Park, Chinatown and ended near LA Live.
I started training four weeks before the race. I stopped training three weeks before the race.
I trained for a whopping ONE WEEK. I showed up at the start line cold, out of practice and taped up.
Result? Pain. Stiffness. Tons of walking. And a crude reality check.
PHOTO: Race promo running past The Times building. From www.newyearsrace.com
It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was recapping my horrendous Pasadena run and, simultaneously, vowing to do a better job of preparing for future races.
It actually wasn’t that long ago. Like two weeks ago.
So how’s it possible that I’m already woefully behind in training for another race? I have 12 days left before LA Marathon (1/2).
Now, I’m behind in mileage and waging uphill battles both literally and figuratively. And only in my world does a 10-mile recovery run turn into 6.5 miles of crap, cramps and cursing. Damn hills. I’m going to call it: Hills are overrated. Who needs them?
During my last update, I had nothing to report. This one is much more positive. I ran my 7 miles. I picked a hilly route around my house and attacked it with my new shoes and new soundtrack.
I was feeling some ’90s R&B girl power. Who better than my chicas from En Vogue? Luckily, “The Very Best of…” was just long enough to get me through the distance. That and it gave me the extra kick I needed around mile 6. Made me channel my inner funky diva.
I know “Free your mind” talks about prejudice. But damnit if it isn’t also good advice on a run: Free your mind, the rest will follow.
Ooh, also occurred this week: I signed up for the LA Marathon as part of a two-person relay team. More on that later…
PHOTO: The album cover that’s becoming my new running soundtrack.