Couch to Kenyan

In the wake of last blog’s brouhaha, it would seem, well, I’m getting slower. So I thought a little cross-training might help my cause.

Possibly the greatest personal return I get from this blog is the variety of comments and e-mails I receive that remind me of what I most love about running. Today I got the most refreshing reminder yet.

It’s been about six-weeks since I boldly announced that come April, I would sub 45-minutes in a 10k race. I take it back.

Post-NYC and the smile still hasn’t left my face. That said, the desire to run has completely left my body.

My finish time was to-the-second-identical to my Ottawa Marathon time, which is admittedly freakish. But Sunday’s New York City Marathon was a whole different bowl of kettle chips.

Ahhh, I heart the taper.  It’s the only time - ever - I can lie on the couch, watch some quality TV and know for sure I’m not slacking.

A 10km warm-up followed by a half-marathon at my marathon race pace.  That was yesterday’s plan. Too bad it kinda sucked. 

Last month the IAAF voted to discount any female world record set during a mixed gender race. Translation — who cares if you’ve dedicated your life to the sport, if you’re a woman you can only set a world record at the Olympics or the World Championships.  Forget Boston, Chicago, NYC, Berlin etc. Only men can do that.

A little more than eight weeks to the New York Marathon and man,everything hurts.

In an effort to attain my goal of running a “fun” fall marathon, I’ve spent the past summer intently focused on having a good time.