My plans to log my longish run fell through yesterday with all of the football activity. By the time a bit of free time opened up, I was exhausted from many hours of sitting in the blazing sun. Deciding the conditions were less than optimal, I put off my run until today.
When morning hit, I was feeling less than confident in my running plans. The half marathon is approaching rather quickly and I had yet to take my running onto pavement. Moreover, my mileage build has not been what it should be. The morning began slipping away as I found reason after reason to delay the inevitable: it was too cold, I was waiting for a text from Cindy regarding joining me, my blog posts needed to finalization…
By the time I finally laced up, every consideration on where to run and how far to go seemed all wrong. The truth is, I didn’t know what to do and that was not a good feeling. I was wrong, after so many years of marathon training, to be at a loss for how to proceed with training for a half marathon.
It’s not that I don’t remember all about the long run build up, fueling on the go, or any of that stuff. I know, in theory, what I should be doing. It’s the progression after so much time off, returning my feet to part-time wearing of running shoes, and ramping up without injury.