Starting March 31st, I'm moving beyond day dreams. I signed up for a six month training program to run a half marathon. Hubbins and I begin next week. I'm scared.
We ran tonight on our favorite trail, a 2.6 mile loop (full of hills) around a small lake. I wanted to see if I could still do it; this was my first run since mid December. We finished in just over 33 minutes; not a terrific time but I'm still proud, having not run at all for three months.
The last quarter mile felt like running upstream in a waist-deep river. But my lungs felt strong and there was a familiar burn in my quads that said, "We got this. Keep going."
|One foot in front of the other. Small, quick steps like Carol taught me|
I thought of how much my running has improved since attending two six-week sessions of the Fit School's running program for women. My confidence is increasing and time spent whining is decreasing.
I thought of how excited I am to share this training with my husband. We each have a lot of hobbies, but few overlap and interest us both. Except for this. We're both on board.
|Sorry ladies, he's spoken for.|