Every once in awhile, God has this way of telling me to reset.
I knew in my heart that CIM was just not going to happen...But I persisted. When CIM seemed out of reach, I set my eyes on Redding. I'd run that marathon for my father. Considering that my dad is a quadriplegic, it seemed noble. Afterall, he loves the idea that I have M.S. and run marathons. All the while, I knew Redding wouldnt happen either. I needed a different goal. One that would push me to a new running level.
Then WHAM! I get sick. Really sick.
OK, I wasn't dying. I just came down with a bad cold that wouldn't die. Coughing, sneezing, muck. I don't usually keep a cold long. I tend to throw off the sniffles in a day or two, usually giving it to Kelly. Not this time. Two weeks. No running.
I really have no interest to run another mediocre marathon. I may never be fast, but I know I can get better at 26.2 miles.
So, now I think I'll reset. Step back, build miles, work on some speed,...and lose a little weight. Yeah, for the first time in my life, I think I really need to lose some weight. I hate menopause.
Today, I ran 8 miles. Two weeks off has taken its toll. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't easy, either. I was weak. Tomorrow will be easier.
I signed up for the San Francisco RocknRoll 1/2 marathon. It isn't until April, and it's a half. I have a shot at building mileage in a reasonable way. There's also time to do some speed workouts...Now, that would be novel.
God has a way of resetting us.
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