The newly discovered trail This winter has been extra snowy, chilly and unkind to runners like me who do not like treadmills. As I stared out the window last month and lamented my increasingly soft form, I decided enough was enough. Sporadic trips to swim laps at the indoor pool and short runs sprinkled between snow showers was not enough to keep this 40-year-old body in shape. It was time for a goal. After some research, I registered for a local half marathon taking place in May. Excitedly I printed out my Hal Higdon training schedule only to realize I was already a week behind.
As someone very familiar with the pain of over-training, I eased into the first two weeks of running by "only" running three times a week. It's not much by training standards, but way more than I'd been doing recently. It's been two years since I did (my slowest) half-marathon (ever), and I do not plan on going through the agony of again running a race for which I was under-prepared. (Not to self: never register for a half-marathon that takes place in March, unless I can train somewhere warm.)
As someone very familiar with the pain of over-training, I eased into the first two weeks of running by "only" running three times a week. It's not much by training standards, but way more than I'd been doing recently. It's been two years since I did (my slowest) half-marathon (ever), and I do not plan on going through the agony of again running a race for which I was under-prepared. (Not to self: never register for a half-marathon that takes place in March, unless I can train somewhere warm.)
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