For now anyway. I looked at the calendar and kinda freaked. I have only a little over 15 weeks to get ready for the inaugural Rock & Roll Portland Pikermi. OK, so they don't call it that, they use the OLD term, HALF marathon...like a 5K is a HALF 10K. Anyway, I realized that I need to just get back into my Pegs and get some real miles in, so I went out the door this crisp morning and knocked out a quick 4 miles. I don't know how long it took, I ran with just the radio on, and didn't even check to see when I left or when I got back. I don't care, it doesn't matter. I think I might do the next 16 weeks just like today. It doesn't matter. I get up at 4:00 and get out the door when I do, and get back in when I do. This might be just what the doctor ordered. (No really, I'll ask her on Thursday) I'm betting she will be on board with this from a mental health stance. It is funny that when I don't run, I don't feel like doing crunches, or push-ups or lifting weights, so this will be a very intense 16 weeks.
Zombie Survival Training Camp starts today. Ask yourself, are you a "Zombie Killer"? Or are you Zombie Filler? Rule number 1 is Cardio, so I have to get back to where I was a few months ago. Along with that, I want to be lean and lithe, so the crunches and push-ups and dumb bell drills will all start in earnest.
