ino the woods
It's been awhile since I my last update. Too long. Okay, so long I had to try three passwords before logging into Blogger. In the weeks since the Blooklyn half marathon, I....
...ran 16 miles over the GW Bridge and through the mega-hills of a park in New Jersey. My regular every 1/2 hour plantar fascitis stretches afforded my plenty of time to gaze at the sparkling river and trees that lined the trail, but I've realized I'm a city runner. Never thought I'd say this but I missed my regular park loops in which I can't go for even a few strides without spotting fellow Brooklynites trotting along with their running buddies, moms hoofing it with their jog strollers, the odd maniacal vagrant power-walking in camouflage. I even missed those out-for-blood bycyclists. I kept thinking, so this is what they mean by the loneliness of the long-distance runner. And if 16 miles through the woods on a sunny day can make me melancholy, you can only imagine what 20 miles through the driving rain in the woods of a state park in Paskataway, New Jersey two weeks later can do. I found out three weeks ago when I...
...ran our second 20 miler on April 8th, the coldest, wettest day we've had this spring. You know things have gone from bad to worse when you find yourself seeking out muddy spots to prance on because their soft, squishy goodness is gentler on your aching feet. And because I stretched every half hour to ease said aching dogs, I ended up running a good bit of it (oh, the last miles or so) by my lonesome. Shivering, shaking, and with no other thought on my mind than a Quarter Pounder value meal at the nearest Mickey Ds, I somehow stifled my tears of self-pity and finished. Not my finest hour.
...not only met but way exceeded by $4,500 fundraising goal!! I'll post names of all of those who so generously gave in my next entry! Thanks so much, everyone!! You rock!
Now, we're in the "tapering" phase. With the marathon just a week and a half away, we're cutting back the mileage. In fact, I'm supposed to run no more than 5 miles at a time no more than 3 times this week. The idea being that by the time race day comes along my body will be hungry for miles and I'll be positively chomping at the bit to burn through 26.2. For now, all I am is hungry, but I'm hoping Coach Ramon's right.
...ran 16 miles over the GW Bridge and through the mega-hills of a park in New Jersey. My regular every 1/2 hour plantar fascitis stretches afforded my plenty of time to gaze at the sparkling river and trees that lined the trail, but I've realized I'm a city runner. Never thought I'd say this but I missed my regular park loops in which I can't go for even a few strides without spotting fellow Brooklynites trotting along with their running buddies, moms hoofing it with their jog strollers, the odd maniacal vagrant power-walking in camouflage. I even missed those out-for-blood bycyclists. I kept thinking, so this is what they mean by the loneliness of the long-distance runner. And if 16 miles through the woods on a sunny day can make me melancholy, you can only imagine what 20 miles through the driving rain in the woods of a state park in Paskataway, New Jersey two weeks later can do. I found out three weeks ago when I...
...ran our second 20 miler on April 8th, the coldest, wettest day we've had this spring. You know things have gone from bad to worse when you find yourself seeking out muddy spots to prance on because their soft, squishy goodness is gentler on your aching feet. And because I stretched every half hour to ease said aching dogs, I ended up running a good bit of it (oh, the last miles or so) by my lonesome. Shivering, shaking, and with no other thought on my mind than a Quarter Pounder value meal at the nearest Mickey Ds, I somehow stifled my tears of self-pity and finished. Not my finest hour.
...not only met but way exceeded by $4,500 fundraising goal!! I'll post names of all of those who so generously gave in my next entry! Thanks so much, everyone!! You rock!
Now, we're in the "tapering" phase. With the marathon just a week and a half away, we're cutting back the mileage. In fact, I'm supposed to run no more than 5 miles at a time no more than 3 times this week. The idea being that by the time race day comes along my body will be hungry for miles and I'll be positively chomping at the bit to burn through 26.2. For now, all I am is hungry, but I'm hoping Coach Ramon's right.
posted by Laura Kalehoff @ 10:28 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:39 PM,
Lori said…
Good luck this weekend! Call me when you are in my time zone!
At 3:16 AM,
Rosie mom said…
goodonya Laura! Now it is all said and WELL done! What an achievement in more ways than one. BUT, I'll miss your blog unless you intend to keep it up. Maybe a new cause will be reason for a new one. xo
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