Getting Back to It

Despite my name, I am not flying anywhere. Especially nowhere fast. But I will and soon. I have never been in amazing shape. I was good enough to run circles around my family during Thanksgiving football games and can hold my own in most sports. But a marathon, that is a different story.

A little history, my friend (and I use that term loosely) Dan convinced me to run a marathon in May. I know Dan is my friend, but sometimes I wonder. He does things like ask me to hike high mountains at an inhuman pace. As we climb, he hikes on ahead, waits for me and catches his breath. As soon as I reach him he asks if I am still good. Full of air and moxie he is ready to go as I huff and puff and forge on. In the end we reach the summit and it feels pretty good. So I can't fault him because in the end, he pushes me to do what I might not have done on my own.

Well I did it. Sober I might add. I signed up for a marathon in may of this year. May 2nd, but whose counting. With less than five months to train I got back to it. Sort of. I had dreams of waking up at 5 am, jogging to the gym, and putting in a good 45 minutes. I figured 45 minutes of running, biking, lifting weights (mostly the first two) would be a good start. Unfortunately it was just that a dream. I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. I can wake up and can form coherent sentences but putting in more work than basic resting metabolism is asking a lot.

Waking up last week was not a problem, laying in bed for 30 minutes was. But this week, this week will be different. I will wake up and start going to the gym in the morning EARLY even.

More than that, I set my goals high... to high. For instance, not running more than 2 miles for months and I set a goal yesterday of 5 miles. I managed three. And I will run another three today. Better get back to it.