9 days. The NYC Half is in 9 days.
No matter what happens on race day, I’m proud of myself that I’ve made it this far. I’ve been trying to build my mileage up ever since I started running again after my knee surgery. I was doing well until the fall when I was sidelined by a ridiculous case of plantar fasciitis.
To say that I’ve been hesitant during this training cycle is an understatement. I keep waiting for something to break-down.
But I ran 11 miles last week (glorious run outside!) and yesterday, I ran 12 miles (on the treadmill!!!). If there’s one thing that I’ve learned this winter, it’s how not to hate the treadmill. I never would have thought that I would run a double digit run on a treadmill.
These are my longest runs in about 10 years, when I was training for and running marathons.
Wow. That just made me feel really old.
You know what else makes me feel old? This…
He turns 7 today.
It’s now taper time which I’m happy about. I’m getting excited about the race because I’m feeling stronger than I expected. I’m not fast by any measure of the imagination but it’s amazing to go from struggling with 3-4 miles to not. I just hope that the weather warms up a bit.
It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. Between work, family, the kid’s vacation, and my husband being out of town for bits and pieces during the past couple of weeks, it feels like it’s been nonstop and it’s been hard to keep up. I don’t know about you but I’m ready for a vacation. Preferably somewhere warm.
At the same time, I’m excited about the coming months – the potential that lies within them that haven’t been revealed yet. I don’t know what’s in store but all I know is that I can keep putting in the work – the training – and step one foot in front of the other. Eventually we’ll get somewhere, right?
How was your week?
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