Well, I did some research for the remaining races that I want to run this year and I made a disturbing discovery. In a previous post I indicated that I was labeled a Clydesdale in running circles. A nice name for "husky" but still a strong, friendly horse that brings beer. I'm okay with that label.
As it turns out there are two more classes for the full figured male runner. I do not qualify to be called a Rhino. No dear readers, I am officially a Hippo. You read that correctly, a Hippo.
So, instead of being the aforementioned beer-bearing horse, I am an obese water mammal who spends the day submerged and comes ashore each night to consume approximately 150 lbs of vegetation. Not so friendly or endearing. Quite the opposite; essentially mean and off-putting.
Needless to say, after reading that and quelling my rage I went and did push ups and planks to work to my new goal of being considered a Rhino. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would one day long to be called a Rhino, but here I am.
On the positive side of things, I had a great run last night. Only 2 miles, but I have never felt this good the day after a run. I think I have found a good balance between stride length and pace. I was also able to find a good question to ask myself in the middle of a run when I want to stop and walk. I am to ask myself, "are you tired or weak?" The implication is that if I am tired I can push through and probably find a second wind very quickly, whereas if I am weak at that point, I need to slow down. I find that question motivating as it encourages an honest appraisal of how I am feeling during a run and just how far I can push myself.
I think that's all for tonight. Up at 5:45 for a couple miles before work in the morning. Thanks for reading.
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