Protected: distractions
Yes. I did
The training schedule that Coach and I have agreed to is much lighter on mileage than my last collaborative effort with him. He’s flexible that way. The drawback, however, is that there is no room for “junk miles.” I was a little nervous about the target times for Tuesday’s 800 meter repeats. I hoped my knee would behave. I also hoped that everything else would fall in line as well.
YaYa and I stopped at home only briefly to change and gather a few items before heading to the track. Darkness was already taking over the sky. I hoped the track we were heading to would have adequate lighting. We arrived to find it full of people.
I took the 3rd lane and began my warm up mile. I was glad when my breathing finally settled down as it was already time to begin my first of four 800 meter intervals. This was that most difficult of the four. My stride felt awkward and my mind was distracted. I tried to focus on form as I rounded the track a second time. I was happy when the interval was finished. The air was cool. I walked a bit and let my breathing ease. Then, it was time for another interval. Rest. Repeat.
After it was all done, I examined my times and was very encouraged. I realize that it is just the beginning, and that the workout was pretty light with only 4 × 800s. Still…I nailed it.
Yes. I did!
And that made me feel like I could do anything.
Maybe… Even… BQ.
Feeling honored
I was asked to provide a guest blog post on Brit’s Running Stitch in celebration of her 4th blogoversary week.
Each day this week, Brit’s blog will highlight a different guest blogger. Little old me was the 1st to contribute to the celebration, and I truly am honored.
I even dusted off my sewing machine as a part of the exercise. Please, stop over to the Running Stitch and find out why.
Also, please remember to wish Brit a HAPPY 4th BLOGOVERSARY!
my therapist said…
I never imagined a time where I would use the phrase, “my therapist said…” Years ago, it seemed so cliché. Yet, here I am thinking about my last visit, and there is no other way to put it.
Prior to my visit, I’d actually come to a conclusion that I no longer would need her services. I plopped down on the couch I began reporting how great everything was. We talked about the marathon, the boys, my new awareness of the need for companionship, and my awareness that this was at the root of my recent breathing/throat issue. It was all good. If I had got up immediately after this quick report, and never said another word, I would have left the room for the first time without having shed a tear. But, I didn’t stop there. I kept talking.
The topic of Mr. Football and Joe Facebook came up next: I described my inability to let go of the idea of a relationship with Mr. Football in spite of how little I get in return. She nodded as she listened and said that there was nothing wrong with just enjoying the fantasy (as long as I didn’t make any expectations based on it).
Then came the comparision to Joe Facebook who was ready to make a leap when I pulled out all the stops. As I described my feeling unsafe when in meeting complete strangers and providing them with information which I perceived as putting YaYa or myself at risk, she raised her eyebrows a bit. She remained skeptical even after I explained that I had been stalked when I was in my 20’s. Then, my therapist said that she wished she could guarantee that I would not experience heartache again. She pointed out that now that I had the realization that I needed companionship and intimacy, that eventually I would need to take that risk.
And I cried…because she was right, and I am just so scared.