A year ago, I wrote this post about banditing a race. I was very all high horse about it …
Who would have guessed that after the 2011 LA Marathon, that I would have hit the proverbial skid row of running. All throughout the summer, I’ve run little 5K and 10K races, just to keep the juices flowing…but I ran out of gas.
I started the 40 day challenge for myself, after reading about it on ChicRunner’s site. I thought, you know what? You better get moving!! (i’m on day 17, having run 3 miles this morning)
I miss racing. I miss the yelling, the cheering, the FUN of the run. Races are really the icing on the cake of weeks of training.
A few weeks ago, my good friend Penny asked me if I would run the last 3 miles of the San Francisco Half Marathon with her. I ignored her. I asked Harley Guy if we had any plans that weekend …and he says NOPE. I ignored again, thinking that she surely found someone who could run decently. Who could at least keep up with her. Didn’t she know that I wasn’t even really a runner anymore?
I got another message from her last week. I couldn’t avoid it any longer. Yes. I said yes.
And now? I’m totally freaking serious. Like I have myself on a running schedule all week. I cannot let her down. This girl is an amazing supportive runner, and a great friend. And she has asked me for help.
I’m banditing 3 miles. AND…I promise NOT to drink or eat or get in anyone’s way.
But, I’m helping my girl to the finish. Try to catch us!