Running. Have I adequately described my feeling about running to you yet? If not then I am going to make this very clear: I HATE RUNNING.
I started my training back up again. I was kind of hoping (ok I was delirious) that I could just jump back in and I’d be at the same point I had left off at before Vegas-HAH. Ya no. I’ve run 3 times this week and each time was more miserable than the last. My shins hurt, my ankle hurt, the brace that I wore to stop my ankle from hurting hurt. Running. Woof.
Good news is that I purchased a new running accessory, a blindingly neon green running shirt to wear during my race this weekend-which I actually don’t want to think about because the second I started my heart starts to race, my head gets foggy, little black dots appear before my eyes. I think this reaction is my body’s way of keeping me from imagining the absolute agony that running five miles will be. However this shirt serves two purposes:one its awesome and bright and it will help me get in the St. Patrick’s day spirit, and two: it will make it easier for rescue worker to find my body when I die somewhere along the race route. Win, win.
Alas, I really just have to suck it up and run the race. Because really, what’s five miles compared to the THIRTEEN POINT ONE MILES I have to run in May? Crap. Why did I put this on the list again? I remember thinking something along the lines of getting in shape, and achieving a long term goal, but that doesn’t mean much to me now. I thnk if I keep imagining the beer I get to chug at the race, I’ll make it though. Barely.
So please, send me some good vibes, lots of energy, and pray for my survival. You’ll know I didn’t make it if this blog never gets updated again. Sigh. Thanks for reading. xo Whitney
