Preface: I know that
some most of this is going to come off as if I don’t live on the same Planet Earth as the rest of the group. Please believe me when I say that no one is more shocked by the latest turn of events than moi.
Recovery: Week 3 = Gone like the wind.
Today I thought I was going to tell you all about how last week went. The love affair I’m having with my hot pack.
It may just be the Numero Uno Favorite Inanimate Object in my life right now.
How I upped my mileage, how I’ve been continuing with the power walking, how nice it is to run for an hour.
How excited I was to have my routine back.
It’s the spice of life.
Because I realized on Saturday morning, that last week was the closest to “normal” I’ve experienced in almost two months, as far as running is concerned.
Except (and there’s always an except) when I stopped by Val’s to drop off a pan of enchiladas, she informed me that Aaron had a race bib for Halloween weekend with
his my name on it.
I’m not sure where Buying A Bib ranks on the list of Things That Qualify You As A Crazy Runner relative to Buying Three Pairs Of The Same Shoes Because They’re Discontinuing That Version Of The Line And They’re Super-Cheap.
Not that I would know anything about that.
But after a night of soul-searching and an unplanned 10 mile test-run (I seem to be actioning those more often than not lately), I bit the bullet and decided that yes, a half-marathon is in the cards for my Saturday morning.
I really need to stop with this spur-of-the-moment race-thing. On one hand, you really can’t get fussed about a race when you don’t know you’re meant to be preparing for it.
I would consider it The Ultimate in Zen Running.
On the other hand, it’s a major pain in the ass to try to figure out what pace you’re meant to be running when you have spent zero time in the last month thinking about your pace.
I hope I’m 20 seconds faster than I was on May 1st isn’t exactly based on specific facts.
Regardless, saying yes to that bib is the kind of thing that the Kat of two years ago couldn’t have ever imagined in her wildest dreams. The Kat who couldn’t survive a 5k would be astonished that someday she would be able to decide to run a half-marathon on a whim and reasonably expect that her body would be able to keep up.
That’s pretty spectacular stuff.
Running Pack in The Sky: Do you have any fun Halloween runs planned?
I’m working on sourcing a tutu so that I can wear a costume for mine – I figure as long as I stick to costumes that aren’t heavy and won’t rub/fall down I should be safe, right?