Weird as in I didn't like it...not one bit.
So, I set out to make up my own calendar with distances in mind. Time and pace aren't my focus right now; completing the full 13.1mi is.
I had my first scheduled training run yesterday. It was -11C (12F), slightly windy and I was all bundled up and ready to go. It had snowed overnight, with a little freezing rain, but the roads were dry and clear so running should have been nice and easy.
Should is the operative word there.
I had my zaggora hot pants on, so I was pretty warm, but they are capris so my calves got pretty cold and then started cramping. I tried to ignore it, and ran in .5mi splits which seemed to help them recover but boy oh boy...did I ever feel like a snail trying to run in peanut butter!
So often this thought crept into my head...
What in the $%ll am I doing thinking that I can run a half marathon? This is insane! What am I thinking!?
When the 2mi marker chimed in my ear, I knew that the end was so close and I started to consider a few things.
I have a six month old baby, who was napping while I was out running.
Of course my pelvis is going to be sore when I run...I have a six month old baby.
I got back to running just 23 days postpartum.
I've run in six events since having Graeme.
I have a six month old baby...and I'm kicking some serious running ass.
My pace may have been slow as molasses in, well, January, but I was out there. My feet were cold and wet...but I was there. My nose was running and I was cold with sweat...but I was there.
And I will be there...every step and every mile of that Half Marathon in April.
When doubt creeps its way into your brain, sometimes you need to consider just how far you've come and how hard you're working toward that goal.
1 comment:
Good job lady. Those are great reminders.
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