My legs are sore. That's probably a good thing.
I ran 16 miles on the marathon course in Steamboat Springs on Sunday, and I'm still feeling it. Five days and four runs later, I'm still reminded of the long run every time I walk down the stairs. Each step, I feel like somebody punches me in the quads. I'm not a fan of having my own personal Charlie horse-giver.
At least the soreness means my legs are getting stronger.
Unfortunately, the soreness also means my legs aren't yet ready for 10 additional miles of a marathon.
At least there's some progress.
To be honest, I may have misled you a little bit in my last running column. I moaned about not being in good shape and then the day after the column printed I had my best run of the year. That day, Todd Trapp, (my training buddy), and I, ran 13.3 miles on the course in Steamboat. We ran those 13 miles at a faster pace than I had run most of my shorter runs. If felt good.
The problem with that run was that it gave me too much confidence. I slacked the next week, even missing two days in a row. On Sunday, I suffered the last three miles of the 16-miler, and I think a lot of it had to do with my slacking the week before.
I'm at a turning point now.
If I can keep motivated and push up the mileage the next couple of weeks, this marathon thing might just work out this year. If I spend too much time on the couch thinking, "It's time to run," but end up watching three-consecutive episodes of SportsCenter then my personal Charlie horse-giver will hang around for longer than I would like.
If you happen to see me around town, ask me if I've run yet for the day. If I haven't run yet, you have my permission to punch me in the quad and say "there's more where that came from, you pansy. Get running."
A few notes on the marathon: My fund raising is still well ahead of my training. I'm now one, $1-a-mile sponsorship away from making my $500 goal. If you would like to put this effort over the top, either e-mail me, call me or stop by the office. Remember, the money isn't due until after the marathon.
On the 16-miler in Steamboat, 31 of 32 cars driving toward us moved over into the other lane to give us room. This is a courteous move by the drivers and is appreciated by runners. On an eight-mile run in Craig last week four of 18 cars moved over for me. I don't know why there was such a discrepancy, but the yellow line is not going to blow up if you cross it people.
See you on the road (and I hope if you're in a car it's from the other lane).
David Pressgrove can be reached at 824-7031, ext. 211, or email@example.com