Only about 2% of runners will finish a marathon in less than 180 minutes (3 hours)

Six years ago, I couldn't even imagine running the distance (26.2 miles). But after working up to 3-4 mile jogs a few times a week, I set the incredible goal of running a half marathon.

After four months of intense training, well at that time (20-25 miles/wk), I ran the Houston half-marathon on January 16th, 2005. It was so grueling, I swore that was it. I'll never do another half, let alone a full.

Fortunately a running comrade pushed me to do a full marathon. Rededicated, I set a sub 4:00 hour goal for the full Houston marathon the following year. I trained harder than ever and crossed the finish in 3:59; I was hooked.

I've now run 21 marathons and this site is my journal to join that exclusive club of those who finish a marathon in under 180 minutes (3 hours).

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Post Race-Week 2

Sunday
Seven

Saturday
Weather was nice. Hit pavement about 8:00 pm for six miler.

While running through the Lakes subdivision, I was headed toward a well lit four way stop intersection. As I approached, a car was coming in the perpendicular direction.

At my current pace, I was going to be halfway through the intersection by the time the car came to a stop at the sign. Clearly they would see me, pause a second until I completely crossed, and then go. I have enough running experience to know that wasn't going to happened.

I broke pace just a tad to be safe, and sure enough the car rolled right through the stop, never coming to a complete halt. When the car was halfway through the intersection, I was about a quarter way through. That's when they saw me.

I had both my arms high in the sky, with a disgusted angry expression on my face that clearly communicated, "What the F***!" That's when they stopped, two feet from me. Clearly able to see I was ready to kill someone, the driver just rolled down her window half an inch and said in a mouse voice, "Sorry, I didn't see you."

The words, "That's not a God Da** yield sign!" were about to leave my mouth, but the driver quickly accelerated away.

Before I was a runner, I wouldn't have seen the big deal myself. But now, things like dogs, drivers, extended un-trimmed trees/bushes, and household crap left on the sidewalk are just intolerable. Last night I even had to yell at two kids on bicycles. They clearly saw me running down the street, but swerved in front of me forcing me to stop.

If I ever go to jail for murder, it will either be because they touched my children, or threw off my pace during a run.

Friday
Off

Thursday
Ten miler

Wednesday
Seven Miler

Tuesday
Off

Monday
Six miler
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