|My new mantra|
As my inbox was exploding with runner tracking announcements and twitter was orgasming over the close race, I couldn’t help but be drawn into the hype of running’s equivalent of the Masters in golf or the Triple Crown in horse racing. Quite frankly, I couldn't help but feel jealous. It isn’t quite the same as the World Cup or the Superbowl, but it is still a pretty big deal. That is, if you are into that sort of thing….. I realize that there are people who could care less about the Boston Marathon. I’ve found that people seem to fall into a few categories:
- Boston is just another 26.2, nothing more, nothing less
- Patriots day? What the hell kind of fake holiday is that?
- I would rather die than not run the Boston Marathon (What I like to call the http://bqordie.blogspot.com/ effect)
- I only run if a cougar is chasing me to a Neiman Marcus sale
Unfortunately, I belong to the group that longs to run Boston with every slow twitch muscle fiber in my body. I would love nothing more than to break my germ-phobia induced rule against slapping people’s hands along the course and slap me some Wellesley college girl
But why don’t I just qualify and get it over with then!? Goooooood question.
If I am actually being true to myself, there are many reasons why I haven’t yet qualified for Boston. In fact, according to the McMillan Running Calculator I am severely under performing at the marathon distance. The McMillan Running Calculator takes a previous race time and spits out estimated times for most other race distances – AND also includes training paces that you should run. So, plugging in my current 5K PR of 18:50, I get a 3:03 marathon. Oyy. I am 100% CERTAIN if I tried to run that fast that far the over/under on me crapping my pants would be 17 miles.
When I shake my magic 8 ball (the source for all of life’s answers) and ask
- Lack of consistency in long runs
- Lack of overall volume of miles
- Not enough horse steroids
- Too few animal sacrifices
Easy peasy: This summer, I will run more miles and work to build focus and concentration during my long runs. No more coasting by on 35 miles per week like I have in the past:
It is time to put on my big-boy britches and play game with the big boys. This is going to mean 65+ miles per week, progression long runs, and likely more than a few mid-run cheek clenching bathroom breaks than I would like to admit. So, while last summer was the summer of speed - this summer is the summer of Boston. The summer where I DO put in the miles and the time to finally reach my potential. What are YOUR race plans this summer?