Are You Trying To Make My Head Explode?

It is now less than 100 days to the running of the Houston Marathon--the next "A" race at which part of me wants to set a new marathon PR. That part of me is getting up, hitting the streets, completing the workouts, and seeing progress. That part of me ran 18 miles yesterday at an OK long run pace and finished strong on the rolling last miles of the marathon course.

But see, there's this other part of me that seems to think that it's OK to get a B+ on workout compliance, that it's acceptable to obtain a B+ on tightening up the dietary standards and shed that extra bit of gelatinous goo and get back into "fighting shape," that it's really nobody's business whether I log my workouts, or whether I am strictly hitting my splits, that "good enough" is good enough.

Good enough is NOT good enough, mister. This little rant is to the lazy person inside me:



I know I'm supposed to be Blogger Give-A-Crap, but you want to know the God's honest truth? I am what I eat, and I clearly went out and devoured a 9-minute-mile, dumpy, 42 year old lawyer--not an Iron Greyhound.

As of now, I'm in training. I am not just doing training, as I have been all along. I am "IN" TRAINING. I will eat real food, not processed, food-like substances, mostly plants, and not too much. No more Scotch. No more beer. Lunches to be taken to work. Healthy snacks. Workouts to be logged. Splits to be hit.

We are going south of 3:53:41--maybe way south. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Sweat the small stuff. It's time to get with it.

GAME
ON!