I ran today.
8 miles. Normally, the week before a half marathon, I do at least 10-11.
But I’ll take what I can get. And I’ll remember saying this as I struggle through the course in Lake Geneva.
If I don’t, and start to whine, remind me of this.
At least it was outside. The threat of rain and the last lingering hints of my cold had me accepting the idea of doing it all on the treadmill.
But I’m often wreckless and if I mentally wanted to make it past 5-6 miles, it was going to have be to be outside.
It was horrifically gloomy, but weirdly peaceful. Way better than having to dodge bikers and runners at every turn during the summer.
Anyway… the entire 8 miles let me know that next week won’t be easy, but should be manageable.
It even helped a little that I ran into Meghan- another ZOOMA ambassador!
It must have been a sign.
8 miles. Done.
It’ll have to do.
To wrap up this post, I feel it’s time to say something about my Cardinals.
We just don’t give up, do we?
I will be the first to admit, what is going on right now is a total surprise to me. We’ve done decent all season, but always in the background. I wasn’t planning to watch a playoffs run. Guess I’ll have to rearrange my schedule, eh?