It’s been too long since I’ve been able to write about running. I don’t mean the posts that talk about my want to run, or say why I am not running. I mean the posts where I actually say that I have run — successfully.
This is one of those.
Running, I must admit, was the farthest thing from my mind when I woke up yesterday morning. With all of the “stuff” with my sciatic nerve, I was sort of afraid to chance it. But as my chiropractor casually asked what events where up next on my race calendar, I kind of laughed and said that I had none other than the Nike Half Marathon, which wasn’t “until October.” He actually stopped his work to look at me and remind me that “October is just around the corner.”
I decided to take advantage of my last day freedom from all mom related obligations and actually see what would happen if I were to run. It was exciting and, at the same time, a little scary. Okay, A LOT scary.
I don’t like hurting. I think I put up with a whole lot more of it when I was younger. These days, I’m somewhat of a wimp. Still, I wouldn’t know unless I tried.
Instead of choosing to run the flat, somewhat soft railroad tracks, I planned a trip to The Ranch: my favorite open space for running, hiking, and play. Instead of choosing the short 3 mile loop, I decided to head to the 5 mile switchbacky loop with the pretty view at the top. If I was going to run, I was going to do it up right!