So I've started back on my "road to recovery" (more like my "road to I don't know where, but hopefully it is at least pointed somewhere good") and have now done 2 whole walks - watch out!
I walked 3.5 miles Saturday morning and 3 miles last night, both at the 3 mile jogging path around Rice. Both beautiful weather days, and great to be outside again, but...
GEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is soooooooooo boring. It takes a looooong time to walk 3 miles! The whole time I'm telling myself "hello!! you'd get there faster if you were freakin' running!"
Once I get half way or so, I'm a bit better, but it doesn't help that half of the jogging trail runs along mile 9.5-11 or so of the Houston Marathon...one of my favorite parts of the marathon route. I start daydreaming and imagining my best friend and I chatting the miles away on a georgous January morning on our way to her first marathon finish.
Then reality snaps back in quite rudely reminding me that even if I am able to run the marathon I probably won't be able to do it anywhere near as fast as she does and that I wonder how I would feel doing it alone, and wonder how far behind I would be, or if I will even be able to toe the line that day.
The walks are probably bad right now because they allow me too much time to think. And all I can think about right now is how bad I want to be out there, with Kelly, come January 18.
I walked 3.5 miles Saturday morning and 3 miles last night, both at the 3 mile jogging path around Rice. Both beautiful weather days, and great to be outside again, but...
GEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is soooooooooo boring. It takes a looooong time to walk 3 miles! The whole time I'm telling myself "hello!! you'd get there faster if you were freakin' running!"
Once I get half way or so, I'm a bit better, but it doesn't help that half of the jogging trail runs along mile 9.5-11 or so of the Houston Marathon...one of my favorite parts of the marathon route. I start daydreaming and imagining my best friend and I chatting the miles away on a georgous January morning on our way to her first marathon finish.
Then reality snaps back in quite rudely reminding me that even if I am able to run the marathon I probably won't be able to do it anywhere near as fast as she does and that I wonder how I would feel doing it alone, and wonder how far behind I would be, or if I will even be able to toe the line that day.
The walks are probably bad right now because they allow me too much time to think. And all I can think about right now is how bad I want to be out there, with Kelly, come January 18.
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