Sandy

Power is returning, but trees are still down. Travel is difficult (and buying gas is harder, so time to conserve what you have), so running habits have to be different right now. I tend not to drive to run (due to limited time usually) so my running tends to be local, but even that is harder right now. Some streets are still blocked by trees and wires that are still down, and parks may not be open. If parks are accessible, some areas may still be tough for running.

The RVRR club run last night was diverted from it’s usual route, and I chose to turn back from a route I had chosen on Tuesday morning. Getting things back to normal at work may detract from my running schedule for the next few days, but it’s a small price to pay compared to what others have been through.

So, be careful and take care where you run, especially in the dark now that it’s no longer light as late, as you may not be able to see exactly where the wires are on roads that are closed.

I’m just glad the power’s back so I can wash my running things again – I was getting worried I would be hand washing this week.

The day I became a runner?

I’ve been running for 2 and a half years now, and yes, I’ve done all sorts of races in that time (mostly in the last 8 months), but something happened to me this weekend.

On Sunday I ran the East Brunswick 10k (ebrr.org). I had no real expectations for the race, I hadn’t even bothered about toning down my Saturday antics (okay, so I did ride a little slower on my Saturday bike ride, but I still spent the afternoon eating and drinking with friends). My main aim for the race was to try to run a sensible race – something which has eluded me in anything longer than a 5k. It didn’t matter how fast (at least that’s what I tried to tell myself).

So, what happened? I loved every second of that run. Everything felt right, I was comfortable, and I was enjoying myself. I didn’t try to push that little more when someone I was running close to in the first couple of miles sped up enough to move ahead of me (a friend who is about as fast as me, but who I have been ahead of in most races). Ultimately around mile four, I caught him again, passed him, and didn’t slow down. The difference between my fastest and slowest mile of the race was just 6 seconds, and I felt great. It was a slower race than I ran in Newport early in the year, but that didn’t matter.

Since this weekend I have been constantly thinking about this run. Up until now, although I didn’t realize it at the time, I have perhaps been trying to be a runner, rather than just letting myself be one. It has always been about getting faster, and being fast no matter the cost, and it hasn’t always worked out. Now I realize that my goal is to run and enjoy, not worry about how fast I can be and just let it happen.

Whereas my goals for this year were to run a half marathon (I did 2 in the end) and break 20 minutes in a 5k (I managed to do this 4 times), next year my goal is just to run smarter and see where that takes me.

Me? A blogger?

Me? A blogger? Probably not, but I wanted to write some thoughts that are just too much for facebook. Perhaps I will continue with this, perhaps I won’t.

It’s been an interesting year for me, after doing my first 5k in May 2010, I started running (yes, after my first 5k – before that I was, and still am, a cyclist). Later that year I did another 5k; in 2011 I did 3 5k races and improved every time.

Then I set my sights on a half marathon, and that’s when things got crazy.