It’s been a good week since I set out to run. Too long, soon I’ll be incapacitated for a month from surgery and won’t be able to lift a measly 10 pounds. Maybe that’s what has me down, the realization that I will be out of service for a month and need to retrain HARD for 2 solid months to run 21 km. I had a dream last night that I ran the full marathon, I woke up laughing, not because I dreamed that I ran the full marathon, but because I was wearing neon green shorts and running like nobody’s business without a care in the world, and because I had finished in 1 hour and 48 minutes. Impossible. I’m not being negative, but really this is unrealistic. It was a great dream anyway.
So the plan for the next few weeks as my hubby makes his way out of town for 3 weeks, is to hire a babysitter so I can run for two hours each evening, otherwise I fear I will end up wilting and turning to fleshy mush in a couple weeks. With the incentive that I am paying someone to watch my children, I know I will get my butt out there and make some serious progress. Will muscle memory last four weeks? Hopefully I can just get back on the wagon in August and still be able to run without passing out somewhere on the side of the road. Call it in if you see me.
Until the next run….