Training. Training? Who wants training.
Historically I suck at sticking to a training plan. Or a plan. Any plan. Or a recipe. How I supremely suck at baking.
"To save the world, all you have to do is to bake this slab of tofu". "I guess we are all gonna die then".
I hate training.
Of the 100 (close enough, one of these days I need to sit down and figure out the exact number) races, I’ve properly trained for two, my first half marathon and my first full marathon. Both in 2010. Only because Brad was after me, threatening me, like, train or face the consequences. The consequences being we won’t brew beer together or we cont hang out and drink beer together or play Rockband together or all of the above, etc.. Beer. Since then, not because I bloomed into this kickass runner / athlete, it was easy and convenient to, just half-assed thu it all. Including racing a few with no training at all.
My best time is 4:36 (approx) Not a single marathon under 5 since. Not a single half under 2 since my 1:54. Didn’t consume much alcohol during training for the first half and first full but since then I never let training come in between me alcohol and meself.
I figured improvising with some effective methodologies may make me wanna train; such as
Training others: The best way to train is to train others! But seriously tho, it works.
Races: Find shorter distance races, close enough distance to the training distance for the weekend.
Alternate methods: Fartlek training. Mix it up. The pace, that is. I have inadvertently done some Fartlek training. In fact I have completed a couple of marathons using Fartlek method!
Train, one must.
PS: Oh, I was talking about run training and run training only.
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