Four hours. It’s my goal time for the marathon — it’s FAR slower a time than “Boston Qualifying.” But, it’s a nice-round number. And, well, it works for me, at present. Four hours — it’s what I’m striving for. That said, today’s marathon, I knew I wasn’t going to hit four hours. I can tell… Continue reading Where I have a little chat with myself about preparation & disappointment
Category: Running
Where I try to plan for the busy stretch
You’ll have to excuse me as, again, I find myself turning to this here blog to try to keep the crazy at bay . . . I have a particularly busy stretch coming ahead, and need to plan it out, so I figure the three and three-quarters of you still reading will keep from unsubscribing… Continue reading Where I try to plan for the busy stretch
Where the random comes to visit
Around these parts, the high temperatures are, consistently, above freezing every day — but, I’m ready for *warm*, dammit. And it has not been warm. Before I married, I lost a significant amount of weight (mostly through a-near starvation diet), but found most-all of it over the next 10-12 years. Well, this time, as I’ve… Continue reading Where the random comes to visit
Where I let out some of the random spilling about my head
I wish I held the ability to think of something and, like Elsa, “let it go.” But, once my mind hits “I think I should…” or “what would it take to…”, well, I have to, at least, think through whatever my brain stumbled upon. I listened to Nick Offerman’s recording of Paddle Your Own Canoe1,… Continue reading Where I let out some of the random spilling about my head
Where accomplished & discouraged intersect
Saturday, I mostly rested. Saturday night, I prepared my breakfast as I made dinner, went to bed early, & mostly slept well. For the day before a marathon, I was far-better prepared than I’ve ever been, previously. I got to City Island, got my bib, prepared myself. The horn went off, and I started running.… Continue reading Where accomplished & discouraged intersect
Where I think to Sunday’s Marathon
This Sunday, I’m running. At the end of a marathon, it’s going to hurt whether you’re speeding up or slowing down. You may as well push. – Summer Sanders I’m running 26.2 miles. Marathon running, like golf, is a game for players, not winners. That is why Callaway sells golf clubs and Nike sells running… Continue reading Where I think to Sunday’s Marathon
Where I vlog about getting into running
Where I run for chocolate (despite despising the stuff)
I seldom travel for races. I can count, on one hand, the number of times that I’ve slept in a bed, other than my own, the night before any given race. It’s not that I don’t like to travel — it’s just that a run becomes a priority, so it takes a considerable amount of… Continue reading Where I run for chocolate (despite despising the stuff)
Where I catch my breath from a busy weekend with a large bucket of random
This weekend, I: Hosted out-of-town-guests Wrapped up the run of Jesus Christ, Superstar at the Carlisle Theatre Company, which included shows on Friday & Saturday nights before a Sunday matinee Went to Hershey Park with the family & bunches of other friends Ran a half marathon (more about this in the next day or two)… Continue reading Where I catch my breath from a busy weekend with a large bucket of random
Where I inspect my training plan with a half marathon
While I like to say that I blog about everything in my life, this blog is the MisAdventures of Daddy Runs a Lot, and, well, running is a big part of my life. Last week saw me mentally preparing myself for the start of the fall running season: two (maybe three) half-marathons, a full marathon,… Continue reading Where I inspect my training plan with a half marathon