Monday, January 7th: 3 miles.
Tuesday, January 8th: 4 miles.
I use a pretty sweet application on my phone each time I run: Nike+. It keeps track of my time, my calories burned, even the route I ran. And when it’s hooked up to Facebook, I’ll get cheers from my fan club along the way. It’s definitely motivating.
I spent all of last week completely pumped for the 16-week training to begin, a friend of mine starting to train with me. (For now, anyway…she wants to do this, but her knee isn’t feeling so hot. Fingers crossed the doctor gives her some good news tomorrow.) I thought I had it all planned out, 16 weeks, May 5th, right on track! We got this!
Wrong. Apparently I can’t count. I received a text a few days ago, just as I was daydreaming blog ideas, that read something like this: “You know if we start this Monday that’s a week early, right?”
Whoops. So I decided we’d start this week anyway, as a warm-up of sorts. And so yesterday’s run of 3 miles went smoothly, after a month (and a half-assed attempt at the Insanity workout) of no runs. My legs were feeling the burn on several hills, but it was great. Times shall be posted once the real training begins.
But until then, welcome to my journey. If you’re training for a marathon, or have already run several, I’d love to hear your thoughts (and advice) on running 26.2 miles. I’m scared. Excited, but scared.