But first, let's talk numbers for Saturday. I'm running the Wisconsin Half Marathon in Kenosha, and I'm trying to nail down a few goals without having a damn anxiety attack.
Here are the key pieces of information:
- My last half was in August of 2011, and I ran it in 1:59 and change, which is a 9:05 pace.
- My training the last few weeks has been really crappy.
- My last race was two weeks ago: a 6.75 mile relay that I ran at an 8:20 pace, and I felt great.
- My last long run was a month ago: a 10 miler at a 8:55 pace, and I felt great.
- I am terrified of running a half because my last one was so horrible and painful. I've never come so close to dropping out of a race.
So, I guess my goals are:
C Goal - Finish happy and strong, under 2:05 (9:27 pace)
B Goal - Under 2 hours (9:09 pace)
A Goal - Under 1:58 (9:00 pace)
I keep going back and forth - are these goals too lofty? Too conservative? Should I not even think about the time goal and focus on enjoying the race?
I feel undertrained and not mentally focused. I need to focus and get some inspiration over the next few days. I want to run this race strong.
You know what I just f*cking hate? That stupid tissue paper that covers exam room tables in doctor's offices. It's loud, and it laughs at all of my insecurities and I hate it.
I swear that crinkly sound of that damn paper could be the soundtrack to my own personal horror movie. Scary medical procedures, rusty needles, that clown from "It". <shudder>
You know what's even worse than doctor's office tissue paper? Chiropractor tissue paper. Every time I go in to the chiro, I have to lie face down on that stupid table, and my face rests on that little square foot of shame.
Not so bad when you're lying there, but then you have to get up and see the greasy face-print that's staring up at you. I always feel like I should make some comment to the chiro: "Hey, that's a framer." or "Just kidding, I put a bunch of oil on my face before I got here just to see your reaction..."
If someone wanted to really complete this circle of torture for me, they should put that paper on the benches at the gym. I'd venture to say that the shame of the greasy face-print would pale in comparison to the sweaty ass-print.