Half Mary #2

After another training lapse for my second half, I am beginning to think that the half is not my race distance.  When I am looking at the training program at the start, I always think, "Yeah. This is cool. I can do this. No problem."  However, in the midst of the training, the thought of running anything over a certain number of miles, without folks cheering me along and a medal at the end, is a tough sell to my psyche and my legs.  And just like the RNR NO last year, I didn't train past 8 miles.  And wouldn't you know it, the last five miles were tortuous for me. And again, I ended the race saying, "This is my last half mararhon ever."

Here I am four days later, thinking of how I could train differently, maybe with a group, in addition to training with just my husband who got bronchitis halfway through our training program.  If I had the alternative of also training with a group, I would still have other folks available to run with and that would keep me on track, when my main partner is out of commission. 

And I'm sure it would help to actually lose the three sacks of potatoes that I carry with me every single day and get down to a better running weight.

I can remember my first 5k, the week before my first 10k.  For a very long time after that, I would proudly proclaim, "I am the resident 5k lady."  Somewhere along the way, that changed to me being 'the resident 10k lady."

The day before the race, we were at our neighbors for a cookout.  M declared, at the cookout, that one day, we would complete a marathon.  I emphatically and categorically denied that I would be participating and insisted that I would be out along the course for support only.

But somewhere down inside, there is a little piece of me that says, "Who knows?  Maybe I can become 'the resident half marathon lady' and after that, we'll see."

But for right now, I'm going to stick with 10k races and I'm fine with that.