Running Memories

Over the years, I’ve done a gazillion races. From 5Ks, to a gazillion half marathons, to marathons. My first race as a runner was a 10K trail run in 2009. In 2010, I completed my first half marathon in Coeur d’ Alene. After that, I was addicted to that distance. It became my favorite distance. It still is really.

The following year, in 2011, my sister started to race. Like me, her first race was a trail run. She started out at a 5K and then later on that year, we did our first half in Seattle together. In October of that year, I completed my first full in Portland alone. Two years later (and my sister’s wedding), my sister and I (along with a friend) completed the Portland Marathon. It was my second one and my sister’s and our friend’s first. My sister and I spent the summer weekends training and running across the city. Sometime within those years, I did complete a couple of duathalons.

Runner Confessions: Intervals

My name is CBloss and I have a confession to make.

I hate intervals.

I feel so much better now that I’ve said that. Let me back it up a little bit.

I have this friend. She’s very fast. She’s also a triathlete. She’s a tiny thing that gives the boys a run for their money–including her boyfriend. She’s a really good friend of mine. I’ve known her for about 6 years now. I saw her start her first tri. I’ve seen her finish many other races. She finishes strong. She always makes it look unbelievably simple. I’m completely proud of how far she’s come. She’s earned it. She eats, breathes, sleeps training. If that makes any sense.

For years, she’s been telling me to add in certain workouts into my running. For years, I have ignored her. For years I only did what runners call junk miles. For years, I haven’t really PR’ed. It’s been three years I think. To be fair, I haven’t been doing the training I once was. My boyfriend isn’t active nor are the people I work with. Which really doesn’t motivate me.