Tonight starts my 10th week of marathon training for the Missoula Marathon, which is on July 11th in Missoula, MT. Last year, while training for the San Francisco Marathon (which I registered for), I became sick with a tick-borne disease and was forced to stop training during week 9. Given last year's setback, completing week 9 this year felt like a huge accomplishment.
After reading the FAQ section of the Missoula Marathon's website and finding out that Missoula Marathon registrations can be transferred from one year to another in the event of extraordinary circumstances, I wrote the San Francisco marathon and explained to them what happened to me last year. A few days later, I received an email from the marathon stating that, in keeping with the "industry standard," it's the policy of the marathon to not allow the transferring of registrations from one year to another, but that, given my illness, the marathon would make an exception for me and allow me to run the 2010 San Francisco Marathon. Unfortunately, the San Francisco Marathon is only a few weeks after the Missoula Marathon and, also, a few thousand miles away. I haven't yet responded to the marathon about its offer, but I plan to decline it.
5.25.2010
5.03.2010
Week 6 long run
Who: Jessica Borsotti, Ryan Lamanna, and Jared Lamanna
What: Long-run
Where: Peoples State Forest, Barkhamsted, CT
Why: N/A
When: May 1, 2010 @ approximately 4/pm
(Temperature: 80+ degrees)
Jess did 18 and change; I did 11 and change. Jared hung for the first few miles and then was left in the dust. He did four and then biked the rest of the way. After running 11, I met Jared, drank some water, ate a banana, and hopped on my bike--with a quarter of a Nalgene full of water--in pursuit of Jess. On my way up the hill, I dropped the Nalgene, and within seconds the water had spilled from the Nalgene and begun running down the hill. My bad. I collected my water bottle and continued up the hill and onto Route 44. I don't know if any of you readers know Old North Road off of Route 44, but that was, I believe, the 13th (and the 14th?) mile of Jessica's long-run. I tried biking up Old North Road, but I had to stop and walk to the top. It was brutal. At the top, I hopped back on my bike and sped down the road. Finally, I saw Jessica up ahead, and when I caught her, she said: "There you are. What took you so long? I need water." I said: "I don't have any water." She said...What she said cannot be published here, due to its explicit nature. Despite my dropping the ball (no pun intended), she ploughed ahead. A few lots down from where I caught up with Jessica was a house, attached to which was an open garage, in which was a man who clearly had had one too many beers. I pulled into the driveway, placed my bike on the driveway, walked into the open garage, and begged for water. The man kindly threw me an iced cold bottle of water from his mini refrigerator and then went inside and filled up my Nalgene with ice and water. I thanked him, hopped back on my bike once again, and sped down the road. When I caught up with Jessica again, she took the bottle of water and was tempted to chug the whole thing. Instead, she sipped it every few minutes and finished--with plenty in the tank--what proved to be a very, very difficult 18-mile route. Yay!
What: Long-run
Where: Peoples State Forest, Barkhamsted, CT
Why: N/A
When: May 1, 2010 @ approximately 4/pm
(Temperature: 80+ degrees)
Jess did 18 and change; I did 11 and change. Jared hung for the first few miles and then was left in the dust. He did four and then biked the rest of the way. After running 11, I met Jared, drank some water, ate a banana, and hopped on my bike--with a quarter of a Nalgene full of water--in pursuit of Jess. On my way up the hill, I dropped the Nalgene, and within seconds the water had spilled from the Nalgene and begun running down the hill. My bad. I collected my water bottle and continued up the hill and onto Route 44. I don't know if any of you readers know Old North Road off of Route 44, but that was, I believe, the 13th (and the 14th?) mile of Jessica's long-run. I tried biking up Old North Road, but I had to stop and walk to the top. It was brutal. At the top, I hopped back on my bike and sped down the road. Finally, I saw Jessica up ahead, and when I caught her, she said: "There you are. What took you so long? I need water." I said: "I don't have any water." She said...What she said cannot be published here, due to its explicit nature. Despite my dropping the ball (no pun intended), she ploughed ahead. A few lots down from where I caught up with Jessica was a house, attached to which was an open garage, in which was a man who clearly had had one too many beers. I pulled into the driveway, placed my bike on the driveway, walked into the open garage, and begged for water. The man kindly threw me an iced cold bottle of water from his mini refrigerator and then went inside and filled up my Nalgene with ice and water. I thanked him, hopped back on my bike once again, and sped down the road. When I caught up with Jessica again, she took the bottle of water and was tempted to chug the whole thing. Instead, she sipped it every few minutes and finished--with plenty in the tank--what proved to be a very, very difficult 18-mile route. Yay!
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