eWAC posted today about the start to our marathon training program, and while I promise not to make this blog all sporty (the purity of its scholarly intentions shan't be sullied), I'm totally going to copy him. Besides, he got me into this mess.
We're following the venerable Hal Higdon's marathon training guide. As Eric mentions, while he's following an intermediate plan, I'll be limping along on the Novice II plan. When you figure that Eric is registered for umpteen triathlons this summer, and is a more natural and motivated athlete than I, you may assume that my boyfriend will finish the marathon several days ahead of me. But I will persevere. And run 468 miles between now and the marathon: four days per week running, a day of cross-training, and two days of rest. I am sooo hoping that baking counts as cross-training.
At this point I simply can't conceive of running 26.2 miles (that's 46,112 yards for all you tailors). But I guess that's what training—and denial—are for.
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That's only about 214.5 hanks of Malabrigo worsted - you can so do that!
Sometimes I like to count in steps. I know my cadence is about 180 footfalls per minute and at 10 minute miles, that's 1800 steps per mile. Multiply that by 26.2 miles and you get 47,160 bone jarring impacts on your way to a medal and a mylar blanket. :)
OK, so I'm really kidding. Like I told your athletically gifted partner, take it one day at a time. You'll do FANTASTICALLY!!!
I literally can't imagine myself ever attempting such a feat.
Watch--I'll try right now...
Nope, can't do it. I do see myself marrying Jody Foster, knitting you a sweater out of Lion Brand Homespun, and applying for a job at US Bank.
All of these are far more easy to grasp than the thought that I might attempt a marathon.
You rock.
In France last fall, one of the major athletic shoe companies (Nike or Adidas or one of those) ran a huge ad campaign with a slogan to the effect of "Why do it if it's not fun?" It featured enormous posters in the subway with real photos of marathon runners passed out, screaming in agony, and vomiting. A larger-than-life photo of someone vomiting is really quite impressive.
What this ad campaign taught me is that one should never, ever exercise. And I'm absolutely certain that that's the message that they meant for me to retain, since I can't even remember which shoe company paid for the ads.
So anyway, good luck with that whole running thing.
To Sean: I heard that Jodi is single again.
To Stephanie: BFF.
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