I have a running blog. I’ve posted exactly zero posts about running. It’s about time I make an update, yeah?
On a whim, my sister and I decided to start training for a half-marathon. Okay, more accurately: we’ve been meaning to do a half marathon for a while, ever since running eight miles over the summer in a cross country practice left us feeling invigorated and excited and accomplished. But for whatever reason, we decided to start training. This week. For a half-marathon. Which is quite possibly the most test-filled week I’ve ever experienced. (Like, you don’t understand how earnestly I say this. I had four tests today. FOUR. FOUR. I can not get over this.)
Our training is probably the most haphazard half-marathon schedule I’ve ever seen. First of all, we don’t even have, like, a half-marathon to do once training’s up. We’re just going to work up to thirteen miles, I guess, and sign up for the next half-marathon that pops up! Also, we have no scientific strategy behind it. We just downloaded a random schedule from the internet, tacked it on our bedroom wall (so it can stare us down and guilt us into running), and we were good! We picked it partially because of the rest days. And because it didn’t involve specific running workouts (such as fartlek, sprints, etc. etc.), just a simple mile goal to achieve each day. Here’s the plan, if any of you guys are curious. I mean, we got it off of halfmarathons.net, so it must be somewhat credible!
(Basically, what I’m saying is that this is probably a very bad way to approach your first ever half-marathon. But whatever works, I guess!)
And well, we’re off! The first day of training was Monday. Consequently, it was a rest day. SWEET. I have to say I did exceptionally well that day. I worked really hard at, um, resting.
And today was the first day of actual running. A three mile run.
For whatever reason, this three mile run felt significantly harder than any of the other 3-mile runs I’ve done in the past. There’s probably some meaningful metaphor in there that I’m too lazy to decipher.
I’m actually shocked at how much I’ve decreased since cross country. I mean, I didn’t expect to leap right back into my PR mile times and such. But I’m right back where I was at the beginning of summer, last year. I’m only slightly disheartened, but because I know I’ve done it once, I can sure as heck do it again. Horah, optimism!
Even so, seeing a 10:30 mile pace when I used to run an easy 8:30 is a bit difficult to come to terms with. I’ll post my actual stats at the end of the post. I’ll also be starting up a new Dailymile account (or continue with my old forgotten account, I guess, but that doesn’t seem as metaphorically resonant as “turning over a new leaf” and “starting anew) to track my progress there.
Also, I don’t know if I’ve ever really mentioned this before on my blog, so I might as well now: I’m a triplet. I have one sister. And one brother. And my sister is wonderful and fantastic and we’re embarking on this journey together. Even so, like, I want to warn anyone who trains for half-marathons with siblings, especially if you’re competitive:
It is really, really freaking annoying when you see your sister’s ponytail bobbing ahead of you. And suddenly anger flares inside of you and you speed up to show her up but then she goes faster and you fall behind so you get even angrier and kick it up a bit and you’re suddenly conscious of the numbness of your feet and the harshness of your breath and the sun blistering on your face and your sister’s ponytail is bobbing ahead of you and I promise you:
You will want to give up.
Don’t give up.
You can do this. I can do this. Horah, for optimism!
Also, I want to post an update on my eating progress and stuff, and for the most part I can say it’s going pretty good. I’m trying to not listen to the voice in my head that whispers, “You’ll be faster if you lose weight. You’re slow because you gained all that weight.”
But, seriously: what does it matter? I’m working hard and breathing hard and I’m loving my body regardless of where my weight falls! I’m also trying to approach eating as I did when I was a little kid. And by this I mean that food consumed about .05% of my thoughts because I could eat whatever I want and how much I wanted and, more importantly, I had better things to do and better things to think about than planning out 6 evenly proportioned meals.
It’s hard, to eat like this. But I know know know that this choice is the best decision I have made, and I need to remind myself daily that food should not be complicated.
I’ve made this update long enough, so I’m going to trail off and maybe vanish for a few months because this post should be enough to qualify me for a hiatus. Okay, joking! I’ll try to update at LEAST once a week on my training, and almost daily on my Dailymile, but. You know me. Commitment. Promises. We already know how that went.
Until next time! ~ Tianna
Distance: 3.02 mi
Mile 2: 10.46
Mile 3: 9.57