As I have mentioned in previous posts, I have a goal to run a half marathon this fall. It started as a New Years Resolution; you know, the thing we all make but fail to keep. Crazy thing is, I am half way there. I have a training schedule, I am following it faithfully and I completed a 10K just to prove to myself that I CAN do it.
The thing I never predicted would happen in all of this.... that I would LIKE running. (*gasp*)
But I do. A lot.
There is something to be said for that time to myself. Getting lost in music, or blowing off steam on a long run with a good friend. And the feeling after a good run is wonderful.
But running has come to a screeching hault the past week and a half. I tried to go for my first run after taking a week off, and couldn't finish it. Very frustrating. I can't afford to take many more days off to be ready for the half marathon; I guess Advil and I will be best friends for the next 12 weeks.
Wait, 12 weeks.?! Crap!