Marathon Training – No Beer
Sober October –
Today is October 4th. Exactly one month until marathon day. I’m kind of ready. I haven’t done all the long runs and I have spent a bit more time on the bike than I have on my feet, but that said I am in FAR better condition than I was before my last marathon. And I do have another 31 days to get myself in marathon shape. Also, I’m RELATIVELY healthy. I have done a lot of foam rolling and core work so that has helped. I only limp two days a week. (I’m not kidding. It was four days a week about a month ago.)
On October 1st I decided to abstain from the sweet nectar of the earth. Alcohol. Beer in particular. That wonderful beverage that most likely is responsible for 31% of my caloric intake. I figure that cutting those calories will be moderately beneficial in losing a pound or two.
Because I do want to beat my last marathon time. That would be pretty fucking awesome. 4:13.45. Of course, New York is a much tougher course, but hey….no big deal. I got this.
As much as I will miss beer, absence can only make the heart grown fonder. (read: Andrew will be enjoying a Guinness on November 4th)
There is another reason why this is good. I have a very important race in December. One that I get very motivated to run well. So much so that I may ask a certain “Shoe Elf” to help me prepare. You see, a very good friend of mine was a track athlete at UConn and she always beat me in every race we ran. Every distance. It started to piss me off …UNTIL two years ago I beat her in a 15K. Well that 15K race is on again this year and she and I are both prepping for it. If I know her, and I do, she is going to want to regain her title of Faster than Andrew. I don’t want to let that happen. So if I can lay down a big base here and keep the weight down I figure that I can break 1:15 for 9.3 miles. But we will see. Cause I know she is running the streets of Brooklyn with a parachute behind her right now. Me, I’m just not drinking beer. I think it is a fair trade off.
So with all of that said, I am off to run for two hours. Not keeping track of distance, just time. The Shoe Elf taught me that – he calls them Badger Miles. (With the new watch I got for free from work!!! I really do like my job)
*Please note the “Shoe Elf” is a co-worker. Also a sick, sick runner who eats whole chickens before races.*