My half training has been going well. I love the cooler weather, and I have even learned to enjoy running in the rain, so this cool, damp weekend was pretty much perfect for me. I ran 7 miles at a 12:22 pace on Sunday, and it was amazing. No pain, no wheezing, no major stress at all. It was just me, an audiobook (Heartless, which is part of a really fantastic series), and the road. Beautiful.
This was the Big Race. The race I started training for in March, the race that scared me into running more regularly than I had since I trained for a 10K back in 2005 – the Oak Island Lighthouse Run & Walk.
Maybe writing about my exercise attempts again will help me actually stick with it. I hear goals are helpful things!
I managed to be forty minutes late to the training session this morning, which was a bummer. There was this huge accident on the GW Parkway – it required a crane, y’all. Clearly my attempt to train with the group was doomed. I also couldn’t remember the name of the place I was looking for by the time I got there (yes, I’m lame. Shut up), so I turned around and went home.
Tweet Long journeys start with one step, they say. I guess I’ve taken the first one now, signing up with Team in Training to compete in the St. Anthony’s Triathlon in St. Petersburg, Florida. It’s terrifying, and exhilerating, and I’m not sure exactly how I feel beyond that. Excited, I …