|My hero: The Roadrunner!|
It’s a harsh reality to admit (publicly, alas, on a blog) that you’re not a fast runner. I used to be fast. Of course, that was back in 1986 when I ran track and cross country in high school. I haven’t been fast since. Like many middle-aged (gosh, that’s another really scary thing to admit) guys, I started this triathlon life fat, out of shape, and ready to eat anything in sight.
I had plodded through a couple of seasons of 5 & 10k’s and progressed up to a half marathon. I was still a recreational runner. No. A jogger.
I became a triathlete. Like many, I started with sprints, then Olympic distances. I graduated to 70.3, and last year went the full monte and did a 140.6. I’m hooked on triathlon. That said, my weakest link is my run. I’m still a jogger. A plodder.
I’ve been working on changing that.
About three weeks ago, I set a half marathon PR. I vowed to set another half marathon PR this fall. I’ve got two races to go before Christmas.
How am I progressing? I think I’m on the right track. Each week, my first run of the week is a 5-mile run. I’m using it as a barometer of my progress. Last week, I ran and had pretty darn good run. In fact, I think it was an “adult life” PR. (Adult Life means anything after my high school track/xc career).
Last week’s 5-mile run: 46:18.
This week’s 5-mile run: 45:14 (negative splits the whole way: 9:33, 9:14, 9:00, 8:56, 8:28)
Me: 2 Turtle Pace: 0
I’m still not “fast”, but I’m getting faster, and that’s what counts. It’s a quest for speed.