Technically, I don’t officially start marathon training until I get back from Ireland, but I start out with some pretty intense distances, so I’ve been working on getting my body in shape for those distances.
Today, the schedule called for a 12 mile run. Next weekend, I won’t run, and the following weekend, I will wait and see how I feel before deciding on a distance. I’m hoping 12 or 13. Then I have two weekends of real training, then Tower of Terror Ten Miler, then a Metric Marathon (26.2k). Yikes. I think that’s when training’s gonna feel real.
Today’s run was good, pace wise.
1 – 13:24
2 – 14:01
3 – 13:52
4 – 14:06
5 – 14:02
6 – 14:40
7 – 13:53
8 – 14:07
9 – 13:50
10 – 13:50
11 – 13:59
12 – 14:58 (I began my cooldown early when I hit the GIANT hill into my neighborhood)
As you can see, with the exception of the last mile, mile 6 didn’t go so well.
Why? A jerk cyclist.
I was on a narrower part of the trail and I could hear a pack of cyclists coming up behind me. I listen to podcasts, so I have earphones in, but can hear everything around me. So I heard their tires before I heard the bell. I knew they were there, but I couldn’t get over any further.
And as the guy passed, he cursed me out and told me I should be paying better attention. I told him to learn to share the trail. And he did all of this in front of his kids. I was so incredibly angry.
I see so many people when I’m out on this trail on the weekends, and everyone manages to share the space fairly well. And then you get the jerks who think they own it all. So frustrating.