Any amount of encouragement to keep moving is much appreciated. I might even bang knuckles with you if the particular words you use make me smile when I’m really hurting.
cohabiting
The decision to cohabitate cannot be taken lightly. Even in the best of circumstances, living together will take some period of adjustment. Personal spaces must be negotiated — which is often easier said than done.
Although things may initially happy-go-lucky, there may be a period of rubbing each other the wrong way that follows. If not addressed properly, this abrasive behavior could lead to callousness in one or more of the parties. Someone may get hurt and, occasionally, there may even be blood shed.
But…
so far so good
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.
relaxed
Today, when returning to the office after a mid-day run, a couple of co-workers remarked at how different I looked. One went on to say that she almost didn’t recognize me because I looked so relaxed. I was a little surprised.
There is no denying that my lunchtime escapes have a huge effect on my inner peace and ability to handle the stresses of everyday life. I just never thought of myself as one who outwardly showed stress – at least not of the work-related kind.
Apparently, I was wrong.
i am runner
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 6 months since I’ve done any sort of real running. 6 MONTHS! For someone who has essentially been running all of her life, that’s a mighty long time.
I’m thankful that I had my century training to distract me from the self-pity that has accompanied all other forced hiatuses from running that I’ve had. I might have been a wreck otherwise. Instead, I was pretty absorbed in learning the sport of cycling. I also think it’s pretty cool that this sport I previously called my “bad sport” has become one that I truly have learned to love. My bike has been hung up since the ride but this is not due to a lack of desire to climb aboard; it is due to time constraints.
I have a little over 3 weeks left to train for the Big Sur half-marathon and very little in the way of miles run on the books. And although I have many years of experience, my return to the sport has not been easy.