My Nana was quite a card. Sometimes as we watched movies and as a chase scene ensued, she would root for the pursued by saying "Run boy! Run!"
Tomorrow my little brother is running a long, long way. He's doing a half marathon down in St. Louis. That's right. 13.1 miles. Uff Da. I can hear Nana saying Run boy! Run! although with any luck, he will not be pursued by any bad guys.
I will more than likely NEVER run that far all at once, unless there is a zombie apocalypse and that's how far the nearest car dealership or gun store is. I am toying with the idea of doing an Olympic distance triathlon next summer. That would be a 6.2 mile run. After a mile swim and a 25 mile bike. That seems possible somehow. Perhaps I'm delusional, but if I can do all four sprint triathlons this season without injury or burning out, then I think an Oly is in the cards for next year. Maybe bracketed by a couple of sprints.
What has me all hyped about this? Well, as you may know, last year I did a sprint tri. All through training and even the event itself I wasn't able to run solid for the three miles. I trained for 9 weeks and the longest stretch I did was one mile before I stopped to walk and catch my breath.
A few nights ago I went for a swim and had planned to do some 200 yard swims to train. On my first 200 I felt pretty good on the last 25 and decided to ignore that little voice in my head that was saying to just do a bunch of short swims and keep going. I kept going until I did an entire 500. I followed it up with another 1000 of 100's and 50's. A couple nights later I did the same thing. The 500's felt pretty good. Tonight I went for a run. Instead of doing the usual X minutes running and X minutes walking, I decided to just suck it up and run as far as I could. After my warm up walk I started. I ran out to just shy of the 0.7 mark when the thunderstorm that had been threatening gave me a final warning with an amazing lightning show and subsequent rolling thunder wave. I took this as a warning that I should head back home before it started in earnest and ran all the way back to where I started. That almost 1.4 mile run is no biggie to my brother, who warms up with that. But for me it was huge. If the lightning had not turned me around, I may have run to the 1 mile mark. Or maybe the 1.5 mile mark. Any way I slice it though, I think I'll be running all of the runs in my triathlons this season.
That whole Just Do It thing really does hold true. No excuses. No whining. I just did it. And it was a good start. I could almost hear Nana saying Run boy! Run!