once upon a time I was in good shape. now is not once upon a time. clearly.
I'm not like grossly out of shape. chances are I could beat most people in a foot race, a short sprint in a pool and if endurance is the goal I could probably suffer through a longer bike ride than most people. But, I'm not happy with the current state of affairs. I wish training condition was a cummulative thing - so if I was once in a good shape, I will be permanently in good shape. I know this isn't the case. It isn't that I don't want to do the work or don't enjoy the challenge of training, it is the mental torture that happens on the way to the goal.
I vacillate between "I don't care" and "I wonder if I can have a lobotomy on an outpatient basis." If I could change my thinking and my self-judgment it would probably make this process easier.
So, I ran 5 miles yesterday. My average pace wasn't horrific...about 11:20. However, my third mile was terrible. It seems that after about 21 minutes of running all of my joints let out a collective sigh and asked "Why are we doing THIS again?"
Because we are and that is that.
04/01/10: 5 miles, 57:11 (running)
04/02/10: 26.2 miles, 1:42.36 (biking)
it wasn't an intentional marathon distance ride - just the distance from my front door to the inlet.