10 freakin' miles. It was a journey through heaven and hell. 4 laps around town. And there were angels and demons all around me.
One guy, I think he was a cabbie in Secaucus Plaza, he was yelling at me, "Are you running for mayor?" And I said, "No." And he said, "So, stop running!"
Demon.
Another guy, a shadowy figure standing in the door of the laundry room of building C of my condo complex yelled out to me "You can do it, Dog!"
I thanked the angel. Now, every time I pass that section of my course, I'm going to be thinking "You can do it, Dog!"
I finished a sliver under 3 hours. I'm not gonna tell you what the pedometer says because it is so way off. I think I'll quit using that.
I think I'll maybe get one of those wrist mounted gps doohickies.
And around 6 miles, I got to have my vanilla flavored goo and some water. The water was really refreshing. The goo was sweet.
I dunno if it gave me any more energy. But I had found a comfortable pace. And it seemed to be too much hassle to push myself harder.
I need to get faster. According to the marathon rules, if I don't make it to mile 17 in 4 1/4 hours, they'll pull me off the course. That's 4 miles an hour. I would be sad if that happened.
I have a couple more months training. I know I'll be faster by then.
And I really haven't been running that long.
If my map software is correct, the true length of my course was 11.64 miles. That puts me close to 4 miles an hour.
My folks want to be there at the finish for me. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do.
Posted by joel at February 14, 2005 01:22 AM