Nitmos is going to love this post. I have answered the call. I am now a running coach. But for Nitmos's sake, I'm not an "online" running coach, though I may send motivational e-mails and whatnots and whoseits through the Interwebs. No, my coaching will be done in the flesh. (Heheh, dirty.)
What fool would sign on to follow my hair-brained schemes for how to run? Why, the Enthusiast, of course. This past weekend she was inspired to train for her first half marathon. And since I'm the awesomest runner she knows, she asked me to coach her. Yes, she used the word "coach."
Now, I need a whistle. And a beer bump.
The Enthusiast has not been running too much of late, and she recently confessed that she doesn't exactly like to run. However, she does like the challenge of training for and completing races. The half marathon will be her biggest challenge yet. She has decided to tackle the Akron Half Marathon.
I spent yesterday afternoon trying to remember what I did for my first half marathon, compiling different half marathon plans, researching pacing goals based on my protege's most recent 5-K and concocting a 17-week training cocktail. This morning I tweaked the schedule one last time before I sent it off to the Enthusiast, who ran two miles with Coach Viper last night to kick off her training.
This will be an interesting experience. I hope that while I'm trying to motivate my lady that I will also motivate myself to be a good example as I kick off my own training for the Akron Marathon. I know I will have to find a balance between task master and compassionate companion. Screaming and yelling probably won't be very successful.
My main focus is to convince the Enthusiast that she can run 13.1 miles and to remind her that the goal is to finish, period. Time means nothing.
What say you? Leave some words of encouragement. Go!