When my boyfriend began meeting with a friend to help her train for the Olympic Trials, I came along for the ride, although I did my own thing. This process helped us both get into a groove. Before I knew it, I was logging 35-40 miles each week. Initially, I was apprehensive to dip into the 40s, since the most I had done to date averaged around 25 miles a week. Not to mention, our groove began on the cusp of old man winter. But with the winter we had this year, I had the upper hand in remaining consistent during what is usually a challenging kind of time.
Excited about how my new training level was going, I decided to enter a 5k on New Years Eve to see where I was at. The naive self I had mentioned in my first blog post was alive and well. I was expecting to break 22 minutes. And maybe even 21 minutes. In fact, I had planned my Facebook status update weeks in advance: “I finally broke 22! And 21!”. The results were as follows: Read more >>