Week 9 of training for the first of my 3 spring half marathons. Hard to believe the first of the 3 half marathons if just about 3 weeks away. I find that I think about my running a lot. I'm always looking at the Fleet Feet and Big River Running race calendars to see what races are coming up. I read the entire Runner's World magazine as soon as it arrives each month. I find my relationships with some of my non-running family, friends and, coworkers slipping as my relationships grow with my family, friends, and coworkers who run. I guess this is normal as interests change. As I have started to think of myself as "a runner" as opposed to just "someone who runs", I have noticed my whole lifestyle and outlook on life changing, too.
My husband has a running related injury (the doc thinks a muscle tear) and has not been able to run for about 3 weeks now. It has made him grumpy and angry at times. Each week he goes out and tries again to run, only to return more frustrated. He is fearful that he won't be able to run in time to complete the April half. I feel a little guilty after each run, because I know he wishes he could be going out for his run, too. He has been biking, walking, and doing the P90X videos hoping this will keep him fit enough to jump back into the running as quickly as possible once he is healed.
Last weekend I had a scare myself that I would be injured. During a 10 mile run, I turned on a golf course trail to take a path that would circle me back to my mom. The trail was a bumpy black top surface. It had been raining lightly during some of our run, and there were puddles and muddy places on the trails due to rain the night before, as well. As I was almost to mile 8 taking this side trail, I slipped and skidded on my knee, hand and elbow. In my head I was screaming, "NO!", because I was fearful of a serious injury that would mess up my training. I sat back up and looked around first to see if anyone had noticed my fall. I grabbed the water bottle that had fallen out and put it back in my belt. I then hopped up and walked up the small hillside back to the main road and resumed my running. I ran the last 2 miles at a faster pace than the rest of my run as my knee, hand and elbow were scraped and bleeding. I felt like a real warrior! :) The scrapes are still healing on my knee, hand and elbow, but at least it was all surface wounds and I have been able to stay on track with my training.
It really heated up the last two weeks. It feels a little harder to keep a faster pace with the temp in the upper 70's and into the 80's. Today was nice because it was back in the upper 50's when I went out for my run.
Went shopping last weekend and was so excited to need a size 8. I ended up with a few things in a size 10, but many in a size 8! Oh, happy day! The running is paying off!
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