Since Caroline was born, I haven't run to race, but before then I was training very deliberately to be competitive. I was able to get my chosen distance, 5k, down to 17:30ish. In my best shape I had hoped and attempted to run sub 17, but it never happened. I started to overtrain after that and developed posterior tibialis tendonitis (PTT). Thankfully that's gone now. I think my feelings with respect to running and racing have changed. I like to reference the quote that my racing and training shoulding get in the way of my running. Lately I have been running to work everyday and running on Wednesdays with the club, the Second Sole Striders of Lyndhurst. This feels like a good amount for me right now.
There are a few forces at play with my running volume in addition to my internal motivation: Courtney, Caroline, and Climbing. I have been rock climbing (on plastic rocks) at the Cleveland Rock Gym and outdoors locally to a small extent. I first started a little over 8 months ago, at the end of April. This began on the suggestion of my friend Scott. Unfortunately he dislocated his shoulder one day while running of all things, not climbing. So I enlisted the company of my friend Joe to my weekly climbs shortly after. I have really started to enjoy this new, for me, sport. It's so much different than any I've done. I am starting to get past the stage of rookie and into novice. I am climbing once sometimes twice and week, and have even had the success of getting Courtney to climb with me. Climbing has taken the deep interest slot of my sports attention span, and running second.
Maybe soon this will change? I got some invisble shoes running sandals and even in the melting, wet snow I had a blast. My PTT has been dormant for a while, and Caroline is getting old enough to soon join me on training runs in the stroller. . .
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