As I started to run on the treadmill tonight, I envisioned myself typing out this blog post. In my mind, I was going to say something about how running has been tough lately, but I finished strong my last week before the taper. But it wasn’t true.
Yesterday’s 3 mile run was good. I ran at lunch and when I run during lunch, I tend to run faster because I need to fit the entire workout in a 30 minute time frame. (The rest of the hour is used traveling to and from the gym and changing.) I ran a little faster than normal and felt good. Then today, I was supposed to run 6 miles. I ran 5. And they sucked. It was probably due to running faster the day before, but that 50 or so minutes could not come fast enough.
I didn’t get home until 8 and threw together a pretty simple dinner – Trader Joe’s Gnocci ala Sorenta (or something like that), Morningstar Farms Veggie Meatballs and some steamed kale.
On Twitter today, there were tons of tweets about the Marine Corps Marathon. I thought about how once in my life, I wanted to be one of those people who ran a marathon. And I did run one. But I didn’t catch that marathon bug that most people did. I had a bad race and honestly, never wanted to do it again.
That’s not how I feel about half-marathoning. As much as I’ve been complaining about being sick of running, I’m at the very end of my training. The race is an week and a half and hopefully the training will pay off. And while I do intend to take a break and focus more on shorter, faster runs, I don’t think this half-marathon will be my last.