Never been a runner at all really, do a lot of hiking and such, but not really running so much. Did a 6K trail run race a few years ago on a 90+ degree day, a disaster that took the p|ss out of me. No running after that - done.
But then moved up north and somehow just got into it again, just a lot of beautiful places to run that are very close to home, if not a jog out my door. Did a pair of 10Ks last year and while grueling at the time, were really damn fun and had significant improvement from one to the next. Back then, my legs would be super sore a couple days after running so by time fall rolled around last year, kinda wanted to focus on surfing.
Anyways, long hiatus running until late last spring when my daughter was doing Girls on the Run and I ran with her in the 5K at end of the year. Legs felt fresh and good whole way throughout despite her extraordinarily varied paces.
Tossing a few back with the wife later on, mouth started yapping and started those running pre-claims, including running Windsor 5K in 3-4 weeks. Hungover or not, yeah, I was running that following morning. I had to.
Fitbit I was using at the time was not close to calculating pace correctly, went out way faster than I meant to and hit wall hard at around 2.5 miles (those edibles kicked in and gave me cottonmouth at a bad time). Ended up walk/running last 0.5 mile or so, still finished 9th overall and 1st in my age group and it was free all you can drink beerfest afterwards, money. Wanted to break 25 for my first 5K, ended up breaking 22. Psyched. Been running since then.
So I got cocky and entered a marathon. 6 weeks training with 2 weeks of injury in between and a janky hip? No pr... oh yeah, problem. First 10 miles went great at solid sub-8 minute mile pace, keeping a bit ahead of the 3:30 pacer. Pain and doubt started creeping in at 10, was still sub 1:50 at the half but knew I was fucked and mile 18 is where it disintegrated and I had to steadily watch a lot of the pacers pass me back up, including the 4:00 one and that was disheartening as my goal was around 3:45. What was a bummer was that my cardio felt great; it was my hips and top of quads that were just absolutely fucked, had plenty of lungpower for sideline banter, just in excruciating pain.
Alas. So I promptly signed up for a Half Marathon up in Healdsburg for next Saturday. I gotta think of a Halloween costume that is not too hindering but other than that, looking forward to it. Running yesterday for first time in two weeks (toe injury) felt good.
But yes, running is addictive and I feel GOOD afterwards, no longer sore for very long afterwards, if at all. It's also even more fun because I am getting better at a really fast rate. Need to keep building up those quads though; the wider I can open my stride and for longer...