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I like the beginning of training cycles because I adapt to eating and working out rather quickly. Once I get in the rhythm, it's hard to stop me; no cheeseburger or donut will make me falter, lol.
As my alarm kicked off this morning at 6:08 am, I thought to myself, “and so it begins: Day one.” It’s been almost a month since the Flying Pig Marathon, and boy, have I missed the training lifestyle. Yes, I've had a nice break from the mental and physical strain of my previous training cycle, but I’m ready to get back to it!
Even though I maintained a good pace with the hills, it was taking its toll on my legs; and by the halfway mark, I began to slow down a little. I kept thinking to myself, ok, no worries, you’ve held back so far and can go a little faster the second half of the race. More hills came and went, and I continued running around the same pace until I passed mile 17.
In early March, I started having back pain that I hadn’t experienced before. At first I thought to myself, Oh no! Is this what people mean when they say getting old sucks? At the age of 31, my running “career” is over! Ok, maybe I was being a little over dramatic (This is where my girlfriend would chime in and say, “You dramatic? NEVER! Haha).
To runners, the Boston Marathon is like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory and in order to get in, one could equate the process to trying to find a golden ticket in a chocolate bar. At least that is how I think of it. Oompa Loompa doom-pa-de-do.
