Phedippidations

Running a race with a friend is always a good thing because the friendly rivalry will tend to push you past your own comfortable limits.  When I first started running back in December of 1998, I would run every day with a good friend at work; and we would push each other to finish as fast and as strong as we possibly could.  I averaged a 9:10 pace back in those days for my daily and long runs…guess what that pace run over 26.2 miles would get me? If I had run the race on my own today, I most certainly wouldn’t have pushed myself too hard: I’m still weeks away from the start of my Spring marathon training, and I just had no reason to push myself too hard, risking possible injury. I had a lot to be thankful for on this day of Thanksgiving; I had my family, my job, my health, and an ankle that was strong enough to let me run a road race.  I had the gift of an entry into Boston, and a good training plan to get me there, with that goal of a sub 4 hour race in the new year not too hard to belive.  And today; I was