The 3 weeks since the race haven’t exactly been stellar, running-wise. (Otherwise they’ve been just fine.)
Today I ran three QUICK miles with the dog. Both of us were itching to run, I guess.
I don’t typically focus on one thought while I’m running. It’s a shame, since it’s a nice chunk of uninterrupted time. But that’s just not how my brain works. Instead I tend to hop from lily pad to lily pad, thinking about all manner of things. Today, though, a good bit of my run was spent thinking about getting certified as a running coach.
I’ve been mulling the idea over for a little while. Mr. Awesome is supportive and I think there’s a need for a regular person sort of coach. I did a little research via The Google and all of the coaches’ sites I looked at were pretty intimidating to little ol’ me. These people are serious, hardcore, elite athletes. Me, on the other hand? Will probably never win anything.
Over the last few years I’ve discovered I have a passion for helping people become runners. Those are the people I want to coach and those are the people who I think are intimidated by the 4% bodyfat (also not me – ha!), super speedy runners.
At this point I think I need to (a)pay my running club dues and then (b)convince the running club to host a RRCA certification course.
Monday, running club…um, no. My legs weren’t sore, but they sure were tired.
Wednesday, running club…walked a mile and a half, ran a mile.
Saturday, different running club…ran 6. In some ways it was incredibly easy (less than half the distance of last weekend’s race) and in others it was incredibly difficult (did I suddenly forget how to breathe?). I found myself puzzled about the difficult parts. Why do my legs feel tired? Why is my brain fighting this? Why am I so tired?
But since it was a casual Saturday run and not a race, I have the luxury of running just to run.
Also…a bit of the post-race blues. I like the structure of training; I like having runs on the calendar. It’s nice to take a bit of a breather, but if I don’t sketch out at least a rough plan, I’ll start to feel adrift.
The weather was freaking perfect. It was cold and breezy before the start so I’m glad I had my jacket, but I ditched it pretty early.
Miles 1 & 2 – Huh. This kind of blows. My legs are tight and, um, 13 miles? Really?
a bunch of miles in the middle – I feel ok. I’m not convinced I can do this, but let’s just take it one step at a time.
Mile 10 – I’m done. Seriously. Can I stop? I’m never doing this again. (Except I know that isn’t true.)
Mile 11 – Well, I got here. 2 more to go. That seems like a really long way. Wait…2 more…I have just under 20 minutes until my goal time…uh…this could be alright.
Mile 12 – DAMMIT my feet hurt. One. More. Mile.
Mile 13 – Let’s GO.