Are you tired of me changing my blog background yet? Warning: I’m not done yet.
Its been 4 years since I ran a race. When you run, and decide to do a race any distance that seems scary, its going to take some time to train. So in other words, you really have to want to do it, or its easy to fall off the bandwagon. I’ve fallen off, jumped off, and slid off. But this time, I’ve committed. Tulsa Half Marathon, here I come.
I got the competitive gene. I think my mom has it. However her competitive gene was never used in any area of athletic competitions. So combine the competitive gene from my mom and then the athletic gene from my dad, and you’ve got me wanting to prove all kinds of things to others as well as myself. I never used either of those genes together when I was younger. Which makes me wonder, had I found a sport and stuck with it, just where might it have taken me? You know I keep singing this “I’m getting old” song. It’s the reason why I am determined to do another race. I am determined to beat my prior half marathon time, which was 4 years ago, when I was 4 years younger. But that dang competitive gene has me wanting to prove to myself, (and then a few people who shall remain nameless), that I can beat that time. I’ve only run 2 half marathons, and my finishing times were 2 minutes apart. I just can’t live with that.
So I’ve found a few new training tools to help me get there. One is the lake run. I’ll admit it. I got really bored looking at houses and dodging cars. Neighborhoods just aren’t the most motivating scenery. I get that scenery is hard to come by in the part of Oklahoma I live in. So I can’t get too picky. I finally found my perfect run spot right next to the lake. You have your regulars, most of who are of the “mature” crowd, and they are always so sweet to cheer me on. I saw a beaver the other day. And I just love to sit in the chairs by the water when I’m finished and sucking air, and wishing I didn’t have to move for the next few hours. I like the whole experience of running.
I also found my perfect fuel for my long runs. My first half marathon I made the mistake of not fueling enough and had to actually sit on a curb for awhile until I could regain my composure and make it to the next water stop. So I am always stashing these in my spy belt now – Cliff Bar Shot Bloks.
And there are my new shoes – my Hokas. My husband is the king of research. And if something passes his inspection, it has to be good. But he doesn’t get the credit for finding these – his brother Matthew does. But now, everyone who runs in the fam has a pair. If you run, you have got to try these shoes. LOVE!