Well, thoughts from my long run. I did this Saturday, before I decided to sign up for a marathon.
I had made a deal with myself that if the long run went well, I'd go for it. I went out at a long slow pace + 30 seconds a mile extra slow, due to the heat.
I went along and got it done. Most interesting thing I saw while out: a steak knife. In the road.
What was its story? How did it get there?
If I had my phone with me, I could have taken a picture of it, so that we could all gaze at its glory. Or tragic end.
Anyway, I felt great. A little tightness in the glutes, but nothing serious. I kept to the prescribed pace, not more, not less. Right on. The next day, I felt fine, and so I sent in my registration.
I'm pretty excited. Nervous, but excited. I've sketched out a rough training plan, basically listing my long runs. Slowly build up, back off every few weeks, etc. For June, there's 2 triathlons to throw into the mix, which will force me to get some cycling in.
I was telling my parents about the triathlon schedule, and they were all "oh, wow, how's it going?". 'Well, the running part is fine, and I'm getting a bit of biking in now.' "What about swimming?" 'Uh, yeah. That's a bit of an issue.'
Thankfully, the parks opened up the pools/lakes around here today, so hopefully I can get out and do some of that swimming thing soon..
Keep on rockin..