I went out this morning for a 3-mile run on the track, wearing my brand-new Timex Ironman, a gift from Jesse's parents. I hadn't timed myself on a run in over a month, ever since my Nike Plus chip conked out in November, so I was eager to see what my time was.
Splits:
8:46
9:35
9:26
Final time:
27:48
Wait ... what? Are those seriously my times? I haven't run a mile in less than 9 minutes since high school! At least not that I know of ... either my Nike Plus was seriously cheating me, or I've gotten significantly faster in the last month or so. And, as evidenced by the fact that I went on to run two more miles at decent times, I wasn't running all-out, either. Which makes me really want to run an all-out mile and see what I can do!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Running as therapy
An old friend of mine and Jesse's was diagnosed with cancer last January. Klinton has a very rare form of cancer--neuroendocrine carcinoid--and it's incurable. We haven't been close to Klinton in several years, but he was a big part of our lives as teenagers. We've been following his treatments and condition via blogs kept by him and his wife over the past 10 months, and praying for both of them and their two beautiful young children.
Last week, Klinton took a major turn for the worse. Late Tuesday night we were getting increasingly dire updates, and when I woke up Wednesday for my run, after staying up late praying, talking and crying, I didn't know if he was still alive or not.
With a heavy heart, I headed out for a 4-mile run on the hilly route near my house. I often pray when I run, but this time there was a greater intensity to both my running and my praying. I prayed for Klinton, Elizabeth and their children, crying out to God for comfort, peace, and relief from pain. And I thought of Klinton as I attacked the biggest hills, and was thankful for my health.
By the time I finished my run, I felt a thousand times better. It seems there's nothing like some hard work combined with a heart-to-heart with God to soothe the soul.
Klinton posted a blog the following day, which speaks more beautifully and succinctly about, well, everything than I could hope to. A week later, he is in a hospice house surrounded by his family. My prayers are still with them, especially during my runs.
Last week, Klinton took a major turn for the worse. Late Tuesday night we were getting increasingly dire updates, and when I woke up Wednesday for my run, after staying up late praying, talking and crying, I didn't know if he was still alive or not.
With a heavy heart, I headed out for a 4-mile run on the hilly route near my house. I often pray when I run, but this time there was a greater intensity to both my running and my praying. I prayed for Klinton, Elizabeth and their children, crying out to God for comfort, peace, and relief from pain. And I thought of Klinton as I attacked the biggest hills, and was thankful for my health.
By the time I finished my run, I felt a thousand times better. It seems there's nothing like some hard work combined with a heart-to-heart with God to soothe the soul.
Klinton posted a blog the following day, which speaks more beautifully and succinctly about, well, everything than I could hope to. A week later, he is in a hospice house surrounded by his family. My prayers are still with them, especially during my runs.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
November total
52.7 miles.
Yikes! That's the least I've run since June (the month I started my official training plan for the half). My goal was to do 15-20 miles a week, but I clearly didn't manage that. Next month: 65 miles or bust!
Yikes! That's the least I've run since June (the month I started my official training plan for the half). My goal was to do 15-20 miles a week, but I clearly didn't manage that. Next month: 65 miles or bust!
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