Today I had to do a three-mile run. I knew that it wasn't going to happen with the baby in the jogger. I might not be able to do a three-mile run with her in the jogger until I am able to do a five-mile run without her in the jogger. I had to wait to do my run until my husband got home from work.
It is amazing how much more energy I had in the evening, than I have had in the mornings. I ran the three miles in 36 minutes, and this included some inclines, so I was happy with that time. I imagine the energy difference is because I never eat in the morning before my runs. That means I am generally running after not eating for 10 to 12 hours.
I am training for a half-marathon that is downhill. It should be fun. Sometimes I wonder what I have gotten myself into. The only thing I realize is that if I didn't sign up and pay for it, I wouldn't be running now. I know myself well enough, that I have to be financially invested in a race, in order to be sure I train for it. I also save money if I sign up earlier. I like to save money.
This week I have two, three-mile runs, and one, two-mile run. My two-mile run is on Wednesday, so at least the runs get broken up this week. I enjoy running, but I miss the days when the two- and three-mile runs were easy runs. Now, even though they are labeled as "easy runs" on my SmartCoach training calendar from www.runnersworld.com , they are not something I call easy. I keep reminding myself that these really will be easy one day. These will be short runs. Right now, they are long runs and difficult.
I try to ingrain in my head how these runs are. I think I do this so that I can remember when I run four miles or five miles and I feel the same way, I can remember that I pushed through before and I can do it again. In my marathons, I ended up walking in both of them. Once I started walking, I didn't walk the whole time, but I did walk. The first marathon, when I ended up needing to walk, I felt defeated. People would be cheering me on, even as I walked, and I felt like I had let myself down. At some points, I was holding back tears, because I was disappointed in myself. I wanted to run the whole thing.
My second marathon rolled along six weeks later. I had once again hoped to run the whole way. I didn't run the whole way that time either, but I did run two miles further before I started to walk. I started to walk at 18 miles, instead of the 16 previously. I was happy that I made it further, but still disappointed. I hope to, someday, complete a marathon without walking. I don't know if/when it will be possible, but I hope it is possible someday.
With this being said, I am thankful for a healthy body. I am thankful for legs that can carry me. I am thankful that I can walk, that I can run. I am thankful for my family that supports me. I am thankful that my sister runs with me. I am looking forward to doing some races with her. It is always nice to have someone to run or exercise with.