Motivation

It just hit me that a little over two years ago I scored my first (and, to date, only) win in a bike race. Here I am, twenty-four months and fifteen pounds ago, powering through a steep uphill turn on my way to a come-from-behind victory at the line.


Day one of my official half-marathon traing schedule went like gangbusters. I was a little worried when I had to wait an extra ten minutes for the local high school football team to clear the field before I could use the track, but once they were gone--cute little concussions waiting-to happen that they are-- I had as many open lanes as I could use. The plan called for five 880s in the 3:45 to 4:00 range. I know that's not exactly smoking, but it is only the first week of the plan. My watch died on me and I haven't have a chance to do anything about it yet, so I was reduced to finding songs on my MP3 player that were about four minutes long to time myself. In case anyone else out there finds themselves in similar straits, you could get a watch or listen to these:





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I managed to bring them all in under 3:30--not too bad for the first day. In fact, after a couple months of feeling lost over my workouts it sort of feels like a come-from-behind victory.