1. Break the world record for the marathon in the 50+ age group, when I'm 50 in 2015.
2. Never wear compression socks.
Personal:
Married with two girls (6 and 10).
The Qwer Old Fella's Marathon Method is a four year experiment.
The first year (2012) was about getting back into running, staying off the smokes and booze, while sticking to a healthy eating plan and shedding mountains of lard. All boxes ticked.
Year two (2013 - age: 48) Injured Jan through March. Build back up and work on my 5k speed. Goal 15:45.
Year three (2014) will be about doing my first marathon in the spring. (Just for the experience and on a tough course - maybe Tralee; goal time, 2:30ish.) Then begins the prep work for Berlin 2015
Year four (2015) is all about breaking the world record for the marathon in the 50+ age group - it's only 2:19 :).
The above might sound nuts; it is, but then I'm nuts. Please do not copy any of the training I do: if you do, you are likely to end up running like me - not a good idea.
The idea is to have a laugh along the way. If I fail, I don't know what I'll do - my whole belief system will crumble and I suspect that this little rock might just stop spinning for a couple of seconds. Jakers, I better not fail for all our sakes. That's some burden, even for SuperBam.
5:00 a.m. – 3.5 mile slog. No watch. Cold. Wet. Miserable. The sound of my rasping breath echoing in the morning darkness, accompanied by the trudge of my feet slapping the pavement. Went to bed last night knowing that this morning’s outing would hurt. Indigestion.
At the dinner table last night, it kicked off. Pandemonium. Now you know what the old lady’s all about went it comes to nosh… Well I put the dinner out for the Queen and the two princesses and they gave me the eyes. Cinderfella, the look said. What do you think this is?
‘What?' I said. ‘It’s buckwheat and stew.’
‘I’ll buck you out the window, Cinders,’ the old lady said, fussing her fork through the gastronomic delight sat in front of her. ‘And what’s this brown yuk?’
‘Elk stew,’ I said. ‘It’s delicious.’
‘Elk stew,’ the youngest princess said, ‘What’s an elk?’
The oldest princess, who is a nine year old teenager and thinks she’s American because she goes to stage school on Saturdays and watches so much cable/digital/satellite T.V. said, ‘An elk like, don’t you know, it’s kinda like an American thing. Yeah, the Americans gorge on it. Sophie was telling me, like, when she was Stateside shopping, she ate elk stew. All the celebs are feasting on it. It’s the new super food. Purges the system. Better than quinoa.’
‘That’s right princess,’ I said, kowtowing and shuffling away from the table. ‘And buckwheat’s low G.I.’
‘Low G.I. my eye,’ the Queen said. ‘This buck stuff looks like papier-mâché.’
Anyway, they ate it. Of course, it wasn’t elk stew. It was a recipe that Sean the leprechaun gave me…
Night Sleep Time: 8.00
Nap Time: 0.00
Total Sleep Time: 8.00
Weight: 168.00
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