25 minute run
There will be no more "scheduled" walking in my training runs. It's running all the time now, baby.
On the way to the park, I could hear the transformers at the top of the telephone poles issuing staticky electro-bursts due to the heavy fog. I haven't heard that sound in a long time.
It was so foggy that I couldn't even see all the way across Spreckles Lake. Someone inexplicably put buoys in the lake.
A different someone (presumably) was playing a trumpet from an RV parked near the lake. The sound travelled nicely over the water. A man that looked like Santa Claus sat on a bench listening to the trumpet.
As I began my run, I remembered that scene from Wuthering Heights where Heathcliff trained for a marathon along the moors.
My knees were really aching at first and I felt like an old arthritic man. But after I got warmed up, the run went fine and quickly. Twelve and a half minutes out, twelve and a half minutes back.
Unfortunately, I feel like I run very slowly and it's frustrating. My training book tells me not to worry about how quickly I can run the marathon, but to just focus on finishing. In the back of my mind though, I secretly want to finish it in four hours or less.
I have to be sure not to over-train, though. That's how injuries occur. So I'm trying to find some middle ground where I'm pushing myself harder every day, but holding back somewhat.
Stretching after a run is getting to be one of my favorite parts of the process. It relieves all that tension and really makes me aware of my muscles. It's amazing how much heat I can feel emanating from them through my skin. Tonight I watched Buffy as I stretched. That episode where Willow casts a spell on everyone and Buffy and Spike fall in love is classic. It features some of the best dialogue ever written for that showI laughed out loud practically non-stop throughout. It's difficult to hold a stretch while laughing.