Yesterday, I ran 4 miles (compared to Casey's 10 on Saturday, I am aware that this is paltry), averaging my fastest per-mile time yet (a time that hovers slightly around that of a 3-legged turtle crossing the road). One reason I may have run "so fast" was that I miscalculated the time of day (okay, or I'm just lazy) and didn't head out the door until 10am, a time at which the sun was already blazing in a cloudless sky and the temperature was around 80 degrees. It was the perfect late-August mid-morning... and I would have died of a heart attack or an aneurysm if there hadn't been a slight breeze blowing. I should have known better and gotten my butt out the door at 8am or earlier, but... well, enough with excuses - I just didn't. It turns out that being finished and escaping death is a powerful motivator to get yourself moving. I thought about laying down with my face on the linoleum of my kitchen when I got home, but realistically, it was just too dirty to seriously contemplate, and I sure as hell wasn't going to mop the floor before collapsing in a sweaty, purple-faced heap of death. I stuck my head in the freezer instead.
The good news is that, after my run, I spent a few hours at the pool (as I felt the need for some congratulatory sitting-still) reading a book titled The Nonrunner's Marathon Guide for Women: Get Off Your Butt and On with Your Training, by Dawn Dais. I figured that reading about training was almost as good as actually training, especially since our training period technically doesn't start until late September... right?
The book is terrific. I felt as though I was reading something I could have written- the author's life motto once mirrored mine in her "I don't run unless I'm being chased" mentality, and she took on this challenge with the help of her ever-positive running buddy, Chipper Jen. Sound like anyone else that might be blogging on this website to you?[I'll give you a hint - her name starts with a 'c', ends with a 'y', and 'ase' usually goes between the two.] If Dawn could survive the marathon she trained for, I can certainly survive the half marathon that I'm training for. The people who have donated (or will hopefully donate) for the cause and those struggling every day with blood cancers are counting on us to fulfill a goal that has been set, and I'm looking forward to moving forward. Next weekend: 5 miles or bust. I promise to get up a little bit earlier this time.
~RSF
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