Since 21st C Mom tagged me, I get to steal her post title.
1. How would you describe your running 10 years ago?
2. What is your best and worst run/race experience?
Best race was my 5k PR set Jan. 1, 2008, when I finally broke the 10-min mile barrier in 30:15. Whoo hooo!
2nd best was the National Half-Marathon March 2008, which was hard but where I also set a PR of 2:31:57.
3rd best was the Fredericksburg Blue-Gray Half Marathon December 2007, which was hard but fun, cuz I got to be with my peeps, Susie and David.
(It's kind of telling how neither of my two marathon experiences appear in this list.)
Worst run experiences: Pretty much every single training run in which my group ran away from me while I brought up the rear. Sigh.
3. Why do you run?
Silly question—so I can eat, of course! Well, actually I started running to avoid back surgery. True story.
4. What is the best or worst piece of advice you've been given about running?
Best advice: Just get out and do it.
Best advice: Hills are your friend.
Best advice: Do track workouts.
Worst advice: Always push yourself during training runs.
Worst advice: "If you don't feel like doing the whole long run, you can just shorten it."--a coach from a nationally syndicated marathon-training group.
5. Tell us something surprising about yourself that not many people would know.
(Oh, like there's something that I haven't already divulged??)
OK, you asked: I would really really REALLY like to not have to work full-time (full-time plus!) for the rest of my life. I would do good works, I would be the BEST volunteer on earth, I swear! Just a little, teensy break please, because I've been working nonstop since I was 15 and now I'm 51 and I can't even count that high.
The Miscellany Part
1. I rode 12 miles on the trail this morning. The trail that the Maryland-National Capital Park and Planning Commission in its wisdom decided to impose a speed limit on. (Listen, I'd be thrilled if I could get UP to the new "speed limit." Lots of great comments on this article, both pro and con.). There was a big storm last night and about 4 miles in a giant tree blocked the path. You had to climb over it, not easy with cleats and a bike. But, this is how it worked: As you came up to the tree, there was (magically!) cyclist on the other side. You handed your bike to him or her, then climbed over. Then it was your turn to help the next person.
I heart cyclists.
2. There is no 2.
Now I tag Peter, Old School Runner, the Blogfather, Jade Lady, and Jack.