So, back at the end of September, I set a series of goals for myself to complete in October towards my 101 in 1001 challenge. Here’s an update on how I did…
1. Run a 10-miler. — Check!
14. Stay within Spark calories for an entire week. — Did it, the week of the ten miler, no less. Which meant I was pretty hungry by the end of the night of my race. But it just goes to show that if I can do it under those circumstances, I should be able to do it more often.
29. Create a “cast of characters” page. — Did this, but then later decided I didn’t really like it so took it down. But it still was done, so I’ve checked it off.
35. Update my address book. — Nope. I went to B&N the other day to look for one I liked, but had no luck finding one.
60. Get an hourly bonus. — Sorta. I’ve seen the paperwork, so I know I qualified for one, I’m just waiting for the check to be deposited.
61. Read a non-fiction book. — Nope. No excuses, I just didn’t do it. Unless magazines now count as a book.
79. Go to a winery. — Check! (Two, in fact.)
99. Bring lunch to work every day for a month. — Check! There were a few days I brought frozen meals, but as long as I purchased them with my major grocery shopping for the week (as opposed to dashing to the corner store outside my office building at lunchtime), it counted as bringing lunch from home.
Not too shabby. Now I need to come up with a plan of attack for November!
Nick: So, last night I was at a bar having a beer
As one does in those places
And this cute young black couple comes up next to me to return the shuffleboard stuff
And this old drunk white guy yells to the bartender, “Hey, I wanna buy Will Smith there and his girl a drink!”
me: oh my god! you were next to will smith and jada pinkett? :P
Nick: I know!
So, we spent five minutes figuring out if he had ANY attributes similar to Will Smith
His girlfriend pointed out his big stick-out ears
me: was he from west philadelphia?
born and raised?
did he like to play basketball?
or getting up to no good?
does he enjoy the summertime?
and the wild wild west?
Nick: I’m trying very hard to glare at you without laughing
me: was he getting jiggy wit it?
There goes the glare
me: i think i’m done
Nick: Oh, come on!
“Did his parents understand him, or not?”
Did he wear black suits?
me: was he the only man left in the world?
You guys, I did it. I ran ten miles. TEN FREAKING MILES! And not only that, but I beat my original time goal that I had set before I started my training of two hours (12 min/mile pace). My 7, 8 and 9 mile long runs had all been between 12:20 and 13 minute pace, so I figured there was no way I was actually going to finish all ten miles in under two hours. So after those couple of runs, I had revised my goal to finish in 2:10, which would be 13 min/mile pace.
And then today, I ran the first five miles at 11:15 pace. I could not believe I kept up that pace for so long, and I realized two hours might be within my reach. For the second half of the race, I allowed myself to walk at the start of each mile for 1-2 minutes. During my training runs, I’d really hit a wall once I got to 7 miles, probably because the farthest I’d ever run before this training was 6. Today, I didn’t hit my wall until I started the last mile. I ended up walking a decent amount of mile 10, and I was sure that there was no way I was going to be able to run enough of it to get in under two hours.
Then, I passed some of the race workers who said there was only 500 yards to go. I looked at my watch… 1:56:30. 500 yards is just over a quarter mile… I could do that in 3:30 minutes if I kicked it in. I worried they weren’t really telling us the truth. (I mean, there were some people saying “You’re almost done!” at mile 6. Yeah, right.) But, I started jogging again and when I turned the corner, I could see the finish line in my sights. I always somehow manage to have a burst of energy at the end and I ran it all the way in.
Under two hours.
My feet now feel like they are about to fall off. I have ridiculous chafing on my thighs because my legs stopped sweating at mile 8. I’m dead tired.
But I did it. I set my mind to it, trained hard for a few months, and ran TEN FREAKING MILES.
And now, I’m taking next week off from running.
Distance: 10 miles