didn't happen. By the time I got out to run the rain had quit. Roads were wet, but not enough to create any problems. And I even beat my target time by a teensy bit. Granted I only had to run four miles at a 13:08 pace, but I've been known to miss even that snail's pace.
I didn't think twice about what I would wear if it had been raining, though. I might have looked for a hat with a visor, but probably not, since I don't usually wear a hat when I run. I'd just wear the same running gear I always wear, which is a t-shirt [made out of that high-tech wicking fabric] and shorts. I'd probably leave my glasses in the car.
Last time I visited my daughter we went to a real running store and I bought a pair of shorts that are my absolute favorites. They fit perfectly, they're a beautiful dusty purple color and I really like them. I've bought three or four different pairs since then, none of which measure up. So if you find a pair of shorts that work for you, go back and get more. Of course, when I bought this pair I didn't know they were going to be so spectacular. And these were on sale, so I doubt that there are any left.
I'll be visiting her again soon – the annual Halloween trip – and mentioned that I need to run 10 miles Sunday morning. She walk/runs a five-mile loop, so we're going to do it twice. I'll have a pacer! For the first time during this training session, I'm looking forward to a long run.
When I trained for the Country Music Half last winter, I was eager to get out for every run. Early on I had to use the treadmill because the roads were snowy or icy, and I even looked forward to those. I was testing my endurance and will with every step. I was thrilled when I could run two, and then four, and then six miles without stopping. I could have shouted – and maybe I did – the first time I ran eight continuous miles.
This training has been different. First, it's not the first time I've done it. And for some reason I think that since I've done it once, I'll be able to do it again. Which is probably true.
Second, I'm heavier than I was last time, and this has definitely affected my ability to keep on keepin' on. I've managed to lose a couple pounds in the past week, but have mostly stayed the same for months on end.
Third, my husband was quite the cheerleader before, but hasn't been quite as invested in this round. I'm sure he feels the same way I do: Been there, done that. I mentioned it to him last week, and he felt compelled to come check on me during Sunday's long run. Better late than never!
Fourth, I've really felt like the Lone Ranger. It didn't matter before; in fact, I preferred running by myself. But I would have loved some company this time, so I'm thrilled that my daughter is willing to run with me Sunday morning. Thanks, H!
Which leads me to announce that soon – very soon – there'll be another blog break. I'll be traveling from Saturday through Thursday, home Friday morning and then heading to Raleigh for City of Oaks.
Staying busy: A sure cure for pre-race jitters.