My journey as a long distance runner who started the sport later in life.
This is probably the least amount of preparation I have done in advance of a half marathon. Tomorrow is the only half marathon in town that I have yet to run, and I’m signed up, I just got my kit, but I really dropped the ball on training. I was rocking a run streak in March until I got a very bad cold with a horrible productive cough. My last long, slow distance (LSD) run took place on March 27 before we flew out for a week in Cancun. I think I managed 12 km that night, in spite of being sick.
In Cancun I managed to run four times while there, feeling like sick dirt during the first two, feeling fine for the last two, but never for longer than 5-6 km. I was supposed to be doing my second 18 km LSD while there, but the location did not lend itself well to running further than I ever went: to the north it was a desolate peninsula called Punto Sam, to the south was the north end of Cancun centro, and the traffic congestion combined with a lack of decent running paths precluded me from going further. It just wouldn’t have been fun or safe.
Upon our return home I managed to get out for two runs before company arrived, and then I never ran again while they were here. It really wasn’t their fault, I was using them as an excuse. I should have run my last LSD run to the tune of 20 km that Sunday, but it just didn’t happen. I wasn’t motivated and the weather wasn’t overly pleasant. It became really easy to talk myself out of it, plus we were doing a lot of walking around. Walking has to count for something, right (even though I don’t have any walking on the calendars above)?
Work started and I was exhausted. That first week back to teaching after a holiday, even a short one, really saps you of your capacity to go above and beyond. Neither I nor my husband could get much ambition for exercise, running in my case and P90X3 in his. I started making myself walk just to say I did something, but I didn’t do much of that either and I didn’t use my Garmin 310XT (if I don’t take it, I don’t think it counts). On Sunday, April 19 I forced myself out the door for my LSD run, but it was only a 6 km taper run. What could it really do for me now?
So here I am, on the evening of what will hopefully be my eighth half marathon. I fully intend to go because I am not the type of person who can mentally take a Did Not Show (DNS) because “things didn’t work out.” I would need to be injured or ill to be able to live with myself on a DNS. This race is the 21K Monterrey, and though the route does go through historic Centro, a large majority of it will be very flat and boring alongside Rio Santa Catarina. At least there is water in it because of the unseasonable amount of rain we have had this spring.
The last time I did this little preparation in advance of a half marathon was February 2014 as a result of breaking bones, surgeries, and strict instructions from the surgeon not to run between January 18 and February 16, the day of the race. I ran the race anyway, and finished in 2:29, so it’s not without precedent that I am capable of this. However, this time I have nothing to blame but myself and excuses. Vamos a ver; let’s see how it goes.