Well, it's official. I've just signed up for my last peak run of the year, the Richmond Marathon on Nov. 13. I think it's going to be a blast. I love this course. There is nothing more special than running along the James River. I'll see you there, right?
This means, by the way, that I have decided not to do the Flying Pig in Cincy at the end of the month. These just aren't good days to be flying in my humble opinion (I have to add "in my humble opinion" because of all the in-fighting going on over the vaccine). It would have been my fourth time running the Pig. Oh well, there's always next year, Lord willing.
What about Boston? Boston qualifying is so far off my radar I have to be content with other races. I would have to knock over an hour off my marathon PR to qualify. I don't suppose it matters. Boston ought to be for the elites among us. These are the rules and we have to play by the rules if we want to play the game. In fact, they're telling me it's now harder to qualify for NYC than for Boston. I'll just stay on the sidelines and cheer everybody on.
I have no lofty dreams or desires about my running. Right now I'm content with my slow status. Marathons are really about personal taste. For me, the best combination in life is: Family + Friends + Travel + Running. Coffee is great too.
So, just for a bit of TMI. When I go out for a long run I enjoy myself immensely. I have several hours to think my thoughts, to be with myself (and the Lord), and to enjoy creation. A 2-3 hour run, when done properly, will not leave you wiped out at the end. The important thing is to keep your heart rate low. Keep in mind, too, that working out doesn't make you stronger. It makes you weaker. Rest after a workout makes you stronger. Napping, it turns out, is essential for good health!
Have I convinced some of you to get off the couch? Good! Thanks for following along on my journey. This Saturday is the BIG DOG. 31 miles. Wish me well!