Slow Twitch Mann

This Sunday marks the “official” beginning of my running season.  It’s official because it will mark the beginning of my training process for my marathon of choice this year.  I chose to run in San Francisco on July 29th.  This will be my third marathon so far, and I’m keeping the option to run a fourth this fall in Detroit (again) - pending any injuries or other unforeseen variables between now and October.

I’m quite excited to resume running again.  Having trained for two marathons thus far in my life, I am aware that the journey that lies ahead of me over the next 120+ days will be an awesome experience.  While the actual marathon in SF is only 26.2 miles of West Coastal beauty, I have laid out four months of over 500+ miles of preparation on these suburban streets of Oakland County.  This whole process is the quintessential “it’s more about the journey than the destination.”  If history is any indicator of what’s to come, which I believe it is, then this whole process will be one inevitable wrench in my typical personality tendencies that favor well-oiled plans, because I’m fairly certain that my “plan” will not go 100% as expected.  I’m sure I’ll confront a series of obstacles, bad runs, exhausted days, hungry days, sore days, blisters, and maybe even an injury or two.  All of which will force me to adjust and roll with the punches.  

I love the parallels between how this kind of sport preparation works and how the cycles/seasons of life progress.  Running, while good for me and makes me happy, does more in way of teaching me about my own life and how I handle things that come my way in an effort to press toward a certain goal.  

I shall document this four month process here on Tumblr for your reading pleasure.  I also have this completely ridiculous and over-the-top nostalgic plan to take a snapshot of every one of my long runs on Sunday’s to accompany the trip to SF to add a new visual element to my online bloggery.  

Anyways, that’s it for now.

Karma is real. Last week I gave a coworker $1 for the vending machine. Today she gave me a loaf of banana nut bread, worth more than $1.