Thoughts from my long run

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..