Confession, dear blog readers:
I am running a half marathon in less than a week and a half.
That’s 13.1 miles, non-stop. I have never, ever gone that far before. My farthest run so far was last week, at ~12 miles.
I’m not really worried about my ability to do it, but I’ve done a crappy job finishing through with my training. I have only ran 2.6 miles since Sunday. Jesus, Pattie, you’ve WALKED farther than that this week!
I’m confident that I have the strength and endurance to follow through — the course is also pretty flat, unlike my usual long runs — but I’m giving up on doing my best.
Enough beating up on myself. It’s been a busy week at work. We had a confluence of three big stories today and I’ve been scrambling (in the good, this-is-what-I-love-about-this-business kind of way) to out out fires and haven’t had much time to run.
I have, however, made the effort to walk three out of the past 4 days. Work is 1 mile from my house, so it adds 40 minutes of light exercise every day. Plus, I get to be outside. And appreciate how very much faster I can run than I can walk.
I stepped on the scale to a new low number today, though I feel that is more a product of not running than better nutrition. Whatever, I’ll take it. 165.2. That means I am only 1.2 pounds away from my goal. And I still have a whole season of marathon raining after my half marathon!