I hadn’t run for 11 days. Kim and I were starting back again tonight. She called me to say that no, she couldn’t run and had to work late, but tomorrow she could run.
I figured I could get in the 5 miles tomorrow with her. But tonight. Tonight I would have to run, because tomorrow would be almost 2 weeks, and that is unacceptable in the middle of this Half Marathon training. It’s exactly what happened while training in September. We stopped halfway through.
For whatever reason.
Now, I have to do it. I’ve paid the money for the River City Half, and I have to do it. Plus, this would be the second time I started the training and quit it. Just recently, my sister said, “What is it with you and not finishing books?” I have tons of half started memoirs, fiction and self help books. She gets a book? She finishes it. What a concept.
Perhaps this is my defect. I can’t finish. Two marriage, 28 books, 2 attempts at the Half Marathon.
So I laced up. I got my new shuffle *pink*…and got on the windy street. The first 5 steps, my shins felt like they were plink plink plinking along. I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt out of shape….
…and then it happened. What always happens at the start of mile 2. I started breathing normally. I was running. Over the catwalk with a new song. I didn’t even do 3 miles. I just had to get out there.
I wonder if everyone else is this obsessed with their running? Oh yeah, I know it’s true. But, every day I’m out there, is a day that I’m moving. That I’m breathing and alive. And, I guess I’m feeling 50. In a good way. Like yeah. I can do this.
So, I’m scared about the Half. I just realized that.
(PS-This is so typical for our town. The 8K this weekend? Turns out it was a 4.8 miler. Like last year’s 5K, a 2.7 miler. Everyone was so excited with their time…then, not so much. Why they can’t measure a correct route is beyond me!)