Today, we are enjoying another day of sun. I returned from mass filled with energy that I didn’t have before. It is the kind of energy that leads to the completion of long-ignored chores and the development of grandiose aspirations. For me, this energy does not come in a regulated form. There is no telling what craziness will follow.
After church, I drove to the grocery store and quickly selected my items for purchase. Somewhere along the way, with the itch to get moving again, I began thinking of what physical activity YaYa and I could do on this lovely day. A swim or hike might be nice, I thought.
I considered a nearby local which I haven’t explored much. I’ve been there to run a 25K trail race but haven’t wanted to venture there alone for fear of getting lost or worse. The place, however, is beautiful and allows dogs. I figured that we could take the Ronin along with us for company and keep to the larger trails.
Only having let this park enter my mind, I began entertaining larger thoughts. Suddenly, thoughts of miles upon miles of running there with this dog of mine that so far has not been able to go more than 3 miles without slowing down seemed totally within the realm of possibilities.
Then, came the next leap: I could run the 50K.
It’s funny that I should even be thinking these thoughts given the fact that my left knee has a lingering twinge this weekend. But 50K, says our dear friend, “is only 5 miles more than the marathon.” So my biggest worry would then be the hills, which I honestly haven’t been training on. I could, of course, start now.
Imagine how easy a marathon would be after completing a 50K. Maybe this could be the ticket to a BQ in October. Is this just crazy talk, or is this just the next logical step?