I just ran a hot sweaty little 5k. A few months back, the non-runner I am going to marry told me about a walking trail at a park near our house. Who woulda thought, a non-runner would know walking trails. Today I thought I would go run and that I would run to the trail, run the 1 mile or so trail and then run home.
Truth: I.Was.Dying.
I live in a hilly little area. But I really liked that little walking/running trail. It is a little over a mile and I think I am going to run it more often. And hopefully in the future I will be able to run to it and back without thinking I am going to die.
But on that run, I got to thinking. I am scheduled to run Atlanta 13.1 in like 2 weeks.
Another truth: I am no where near ready.
I have never not run a race I was scheduled for unless I (a) got lost or (b) over slept. But I am seriously thinking about not running this half. Even though I LOVED this race last year I just don't know if I should or could run it. I think I would rather just take the time to cram for Savannah. There is no point to pushing my way thought it, not being able to walk, and suffering.
But... I am going to play it by ear.
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