K and I got into a discussion yesterday morning about a Trust Fund Baby that we know. This man has never had a job and basically plays around all day. His wife does the same, even has a nanny for their two children. We started discussing about whether or not that life would ideal. K said he would love to not have worries of money or responsibility, etc. I completely disagreed. How do you ever appreciate what you have if you haven't worked for it? I'm not just talking about materialistic things. I apply this hard work mentality to everything. Have you ever noticed how some people are just born with the drive to work hard? The people I know that are hard workers apply that work ethic to every aspect of their lives. How does this apply to running?
I love reading runners' race reports- fast or slow, good or bad. It seems that a few runners have recently done extraordinarily well on their first marathons recently. At first read, I might have the tendency to be jealous. I mean, after all this training, work, pain, etc. and still no Sub 3? You can probably say the same about someone faster that you know. Not that those lucky ones didn't train long and hard, but there's something character building about disappointment. Racing, trying, pressing on, and still not meeting your goal is enough to make the weak ones quit. Or were they even out there to begin with?
During my early morning, cold, dark runs, I can't help but to visualize a someday Sub 3. Will I cry? Scream with joy? Pass out from surprise? What? When? Where? Sub 3 has been a life-consuming goal of mine for a long while. A Sub 3 race for me will be more than a running PR. It will be a PR signifying accomplishment of overcoming obstacles and forcing myself to be who I want to be, the best I can be with what God's given me.
With my training, the biggest item on my mind right now is the Marathon Pace Runs once a week. I am up to 5 x 3 miles @ GMP (6:52). I did 18 miles this morning with 15 @ GMP. This was significant for a couple different reasons.
1. I got up at 1:30 in the morning. Yep, 1:30. I drove to the Y, did the workout, and drove home to get ready for school and eat breakfast w/ K.
2. This was my longest midweek run ever. Very controversial.
Anytime I run on the TM, I put the incline on 1.0 to simulate outdoors. I then teetered b/w 8.6-8.8 to give myself a tiny bit of variance, yet still meeting the pace. I am proud to have made it through and I'm still feeling pretty good now, especially after starting P90X this week AND doing 20 this past Sunday.
In all honesty, 6:52 is a bum-buster for me. I think if I am realistic w/ myself, St. Louis is looking like a 3:03. I will give myself this much credit and say that by fall, I should have Sub 3 in the bag. Alright, thanks for letting me get that off my chest. If you ever take to heart one thing I say, here it is: WORK HARD!!!! Don't settle for less of yourself!