All of my posts seem to be starting this way. Starting over. Beginning again. Comebacks. We have a theme, here. Today, started my return to distance running. At the gym. Strength training was first on the docket, so off I went. I plunked down some dollars to race the Merco Half Marathon this summer. I thought I should get some focus.
I don’t know if I’ve found it again. I really can’t tell, since I seem to be really good at starting over. At running. At love. Whatever. I’m sensing that this is my path. I used to be able to stick to stuff. Back when I ran six marathons. Back when I was married, like, forever ago. It appears that going the long haul these days is something I need to re-learn.
And. There are some things you should leave. So I’ve done that. I’ve digressed.
Back to the point. The last time I ran long was the first part of the LA Marathon, a year ago yesterday. Then, the move, the death, the unfamiliar neighborhood, and in a year, I’ve run 5 long. Maybe. I recognize that I get really excited at the beginning of a training plan. I start to map things out, and look at sunrise and sunset schedules. I plan my food. And then… I just drop off.
So here I go. I lifted weights today. I have a plan for running this week. I have no other plans…I’m having trouble with insomnia, for some weird reason. I’m no longer a morning runner, as the insomnia increases when I stare down my alarm clock.
In any event.
Will see if I can go the long haul and use the bib I bought this June. Merced? Why not?