Monday morning, and I'm shocked to realize I've won a major challenge, simply by not quitting.
After the shoe fiasco of last week, I had to do some fast thinking. My next training run with the girls was Thursday, and I would be out of commission at least until Friday. What to do? One of the other girls had a similar issue, so she and I opted to take it easy and run on the treadmills / elliptical trainers in my apartment building while the other, non-injured girls ran our usual course along the seawall. Friday, I lucked out and got a great deal on a too-bright-white-to-believe runners.
Saturday morning I set my reservations aside and went to my weekly run class, and did my first ever trail running along Lost Lagoon. It was raining miserably. I was slow. I was blinded by my shoes. I ached. I had every reason to quit and say this was too hard for me.
And then I realized that I didn't ache as much as I had before. I was slow, but I was now up to running 3 minutes for every 1 minute I walked. I wasn't able to keep it up for more than 3 sets, but I got through three sets. This was something I could build on. Plus, someone else in my group had the same pace I did.
A little bit of the random but positive graffiti I saw along the way - this one was under the Granville Street Bridge.
Sunday. Vancouver Sun Run day. My bed was warm & cozy, the spouse was completely dead to the world, and the cats were blinking and yawning their annoyance at me. I peeked out the blinds and was greeted by what I consider to be the quintessential Vancouver run weather - dark, dismal, cold, drizzly and gray. Sigh. My bed beckoned me with promises of comfy slumber... But I'd promised. A long walk later, I was done.
Categories? Why thank you, yes! Let's go for running in Vancouver.