I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I am not a runner. My family knows this, my friends know this. So, in mid-August when I walked into my friend’s office and told him I was going to do a half marathon, he asked if I was nuts, then asked when it was. “End of September, 5 weeks from now,” told him. He repeated “are you nuts? Most people take at least 9 weeks to prepare for something like this, what’s the longest you’ve run before?”
This was something Ling and I had decided to do together, she is a runner, and quite fast. For me with this kind of goal, and the potential for injury, it was obvious that unlike any other running I had ever done before, this time I had to set out on a plan to train and prepare for it. I started with four goals: First, no DNF (“did not finish”), second, no DFL (“dead ____ last”). Third, complete in under 2 hours, fourth, if possible complete in 1:50 (that would put me in line with the time I expected from Ling).