After a lackluster 2015 where I only pinned a bib on twice, 2016 was a complete 180 with sixteen total races. After hiring a running coach in May, I unearthed some speed inside of me which never existed before. I attribute that to either  never really pushing hard enough to see it or  the sixty pounds I lost over the past year. In any case, it lit a fire beneath me to get fast and race more seriously.
2017 will be the year I PR in every distance. Aggressive? Sure is. But completely doable if I stay focused and committed to my training.
5K — 27:xx
**Vern’s No Frills 5k
10m — 1:40:xx
** Austin 10/20
13.1 — 2:09:xx
** Spring Half – TBD
26.2 — 4:xx:xx
** Grandma’s Marathon
** Fall Marathon – TBD
The goal which terrifies me the most is the marathon. My current “PR” [I use this term loosely considering the training cycle was a complete bust] is 6:05 and I’m confident a finish time between 5:05 and 5:20 is pretty reasonable for my next 26.2. However! 2017 is not about being reasonable. I want a sub-5 marathon. And I want it BAD. So that will be happening this year, 100%.
And then something else…
Lora and I have this thing where we talk each other into races. It usually doesn’t take much convincing but if one of us has an idea? The other is pretty much “in” almost immediately. At happy hour one night in Austin [before we headed to DC for Marine Corps together] I mentioned I was running Rock n Roll Las Vegas in November and she should come. And she did. In October she asked me to help talk her out of running Grandma’s Marathon in June. I’m still not sure how it happened, but now we’re registered for the Great Grandma’s Challenge: a 5k on Friday night and a marathon the following day.
More recently she was talking about running the Golden Ultra, a 3-day stage trail race in Golden, BC. As someone who doesn’t particularly love trails or hills, this didn’t seem incredibly appealing to me. Once I looked at photos of the course and her declaring “YOU SHOULD COME!” I felt my opinion begin to change.
So in September we will be taking on those beautiful trails. And most likely questioning our sanity [and friendship] along the way.
Comfort zone = being left behind in 2017.