Sunday, March 29, 2009

Ten Miles. In the cold rain. We are dedicated.

We dropped the kids off at our next door neighbor's house, and drove a few miles to the trail head. As we left, it started to rain, a nice forty degree drizzle.

By the time we left the neighborhood, it was coming down steady. The car shifted a little bit on the road.

"Is that the wind pushing the car?" My wife asked.

"No, I'm just not steering good," I lied. I was trying to get mentally prepared, and she was trying to get me to agree to call off our ten mile run.

The rain came down harder, as if trying to prove a point. She looked at me, concern evident in her eyes.

"It just sounds like that because we're driving fast," I lied. My mental preparedness was getting stronger.

We parked at the trail head. It's about 13 miles in total, along the Olentangy River. All we had to do was run 5 miles (then turn around and come back).

The rain slowed to a drizzle right before we started, which is good because otherwise we would have driven to Starbucks and sipped coffee while our kids were next door with their friends. But alas, we were determined to do it, and do it we did.

It was hell.

I was surprised at how many other insane people were out running, too. There must be something in the water around here.

So now I'm sitting here, writing an abnormally long and detailed blog post, simply because I am afraid to stand up, let alone walk any distance. It's not that I want to be here, but I am more or less trapped. The last time I straightened my left leg my knee crackled and popped in what I am certain was Morse Code for "do that again and I will kill you. And your toes will help me do it."


Lady Glamis said...

Oh, Rick! Wow... Starbucks would have been better. But you can say you did it now, right? *winces*

It doesn't sound fun. Was the view at least nice?

Much sympathy for your pain.

Davin Malasarn said...

That's AWESOME! Good work!

Rick Daley said...

Now I'm actually confident I can finish the race. After completing ten, three more miles isn't that unthinkable. Of course, if you would have asked me that right when I finished the ten today, I probably would have dropped an f-bomb, but it's all about mental focus. I knew I would be done at ten today.

When race day comes, I will know where the finish line is, and I'll be ready do make the distance. And then bitch like hell about it on my blog, because that's what I do best.

PurpleClover said...

YAY! congrats! I'm so happy for you guys.

You are doing great on your training!

scott g.f. bailey said...


If you get used to running ten miles, then on the day of the race the endorphines will carry you those last three. Honest. A couple of years ago I was running 8-10 miles a couple times a week so I am impressed at your efforts. Nowadays I'm lucky to get in a four-miler once a week, damn it. I'm getting old.

Just remember to stretch both before and after the run!

Rick Daley said...


I'm impressed with your running 8-10 miles a couple times a week. Once a week it taking a toll on me now, but to use proper perspective, I can run three miles and barely break a sweat, and it wasn't that long ago that I was sucking wind on a mile and a half.

I'm confident I can finish the 13.1, and that's all I'm out to do. I'm not watching the clock, just determined to complete the race.

scott g.f. bailey said...

It really doesn't take that long to build up endurance, if you train on a regular basis. Keep us all posted on the race!

My last boss ran a full marathon every year; my ten miles were nothing compared to her schedule. But of course, she didn't have a life outside of work so she could spend three hours on Saturdays putting in miles.

Rick Daley said...

I have no urge to run a full marathon, although if you would have asked me to run a half marathon six months ago, I would have said no but look at me now, so I guess that doesn't mean much.

The training is time consuming. We have to balance childcare with our long runs. The 10 mile trek took me 1 hr 45 minutes, my wife was about 10 minutes behind me. We leave at the same time, but it's tough to run together because she's 5'3" and I'm 6'1", so our strides are very different. I run faster simply because my legs are longer.

I'll be sure to keep posting about the training leading up to race day. It's good fodder if I can't think of anything else interesting to blog about.

Anita said...

You would fit in very well in CO...people running, hiking, biking here in all weather at all hours. CO Springs is one of fittest cities...personally, I think it's because of all the peer pressure (it's hard to sit on your butt when your neighbors are training for a run up a mountain, the jerks).

Vodka Mom said...


that totally cracked me up. (OF course when I read it i thought it said your knee pooped...that was even funnier.

Vodka Mom said...

oh, and you GO!!! You running maniac.