...I'm a runner and I'm proud!
There's something to this thing of declaring your intentions, and I'm not talking Jane Austen and marriage proposals. Although come to think of it ... nevermind, that's another post entirely.
For weeks now I've only been able to run this schedule during the week:
and then Saturday, whatever is on the long run sked--currently at 6 miles!
I looked back over last year's running log and noticed that at this time last year I was routinely runnng 6 and 7 miles during the week, plus doing hills and track work. Yeesh, what the hell was I thinking??
I KNOW what I was thinking. I was thinking: girl, you got a marathon to run!
So this year, no marathon. But I got a 10 miler to run! And I'd like to get a 1/2 marathon in there, too.
So you know, time to step it up already.
So Saturday, I was complaining (what else is new) to one of my running group peeps that I could NOT seem to up the distances during the week. COULD NOT. And I had no idea why. And together we pondered what that was all about, as she slunk away to talk to someone normal.
So, lo and behold, this week I started Monday morning with a 4-miler, and Wednesday did 5 miles, and tomorrow, if the planets are aligned and my meds kick in, I'll do four miles!!
See? I went from 3-4-3 to 4-5-4!
And all because I said out loud what I'd been thinking for weeks, which was: What the hell is my problem?
I just thought I'd share that with you.
Have a nice day!
* Apologies to James Brown.