I never think exclusively of new years resolutions, but I do have goals. This year Aaron piped in; he wanted to run more races and run more every day. He made a goal of 15 miles a week. I figured I was running about 10-12 miles a week so the extra 3 wouldn't be so hard. Also, it is a nice concrete goal. Really, you either do it or you don't.
These last few weeks have gone relatively smoothly for me. Unfortunately, not for Aaron (he's having a lot of shin pain). For week 1 and 2 I did 15 miles no problem, and for week three, I did 21 miles!!! Woo hoo! I finally got a little sore last night, but I welcomed it. I just keep pushing my body and it responds well. I ran 5 miles twice and then 3-4 miles the other times. I did one run in intervals and ran parts of it under a 10 minute mile (tough for me). That was a little rough. As I walked home, my body didn't know if it wanted to puke or go the other way (if you know what I mean). That was the only time I felt bad.
Right now I'm sorta running on an extended half marathon training schedule. Every few weeks I'll increase my mileage. Not to bad. All this running kinda makes me feel that the rest of my muscles are getting neglected. I don't want to stop running to do other things. Isn't that a funny phrase that I never thought I would say? Before this exercise excursion, I never liked running. It was just a means to the end. Now, I actually like it and enjoy it during the process, and especially at the end of the process. When something makes me mad or frustrated, I think "I want to run." I think my brain has changed, and that is great.
Anyway, tomorrow is the big 6 miles.
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