first 5K in forEVER

I need to blog about Mitchell's eye exam experience later, but it'll take a minute to type it out, plus it's kind of funny so I want to do it justice. You'll have to wait.

You meaning me. Because I'm the only one who still comes here. Because every once in a while I'll go back and read my own blog for an hour and laugh at how ridiculously clever I am.

It's true. It's a total vanity blog.

Anyway.

I have 11 weeks until the Manitoba Marathon. I'll be running the half. I was supposed to start my 12 week training program last Monday, but I kind of didn't, because I had the super fun sore throat that only shows up in the mornings, which makes morning runs kind of sucky, and THEN that sore throat turned into Strep Throat on Wednesday night, and that's good for a week of laying on the couch long after the antibiotics have done their thing, insisting I am too sick to complete even the most menial tasks, never mind running.

This has been the worst running winter ever. Last year I'd have been at the track here and there, keeping at least some level of physical ability. This year I have worked almost every day, and there has been no track. After Christmas I got into the habit of getting up most mornings a week and spending 30 or 40 minutes on the treadmill, until I entered the deep, dark period I like to call "I've been sick for months."

Do you find this in your home? This has been the worst winter! Between colds, flus, the crap I coughed up for weeks, strep throat and an ear infection (like I'm a five year old!!), it's been (for months), this cycle where I feel super crummy, and then aaaaalmost get better, then get a little worse, then a little better, then a little worse, etc. Of course, when I feel the least bit less-than-the-picture-of-health, I convince myself that I'd be way better off sleeping an extra 30 minutes, instead of at least just walking on the treadmill.

It's true. I can talk myself out of anything very easily. It's a gift.

Today I did not work. I told myself that it would be a perfect opportunity to go for a run during the day when it was a little warmer, and the sun was out so I wouldn't trip over badgers on my route.

That's never happened, but I do have this fear of wildlife when I do my countryish route before the sun comes up. One never knows.

Anyway, I made it the entire three miles without walking! I was very happy. The last mile was a lot of swearing at myself for considering walking, and it worked! I almost died. I was sweating like I just did 8 miles on an afternoon in July, but it's a start! Now, I only have to add ten miles to that in eleven weeks.

Wish me luck.

Comments

quinnandlyla said…
It's not the Badgers you need to worry over, it's the geese. They have goslings now, they'll eat you alive for coming within 10ft of their precious little ones.
Tiffany said…
It's true! Those buggers are awful! I hate them!

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