My week has not gone according to plan. Not according to my running plan, anyway. Too much "life stuff" in the way, so even though it's Thursday, when I laced up my Brooks this morning, it was for the first time since Sunday.
I knew I wanted today's run to be short, so I told myself just run to the pool and back, no big. (Our community pool is about a mile from my front door.) I started out, and was thinking about my upcoming half, how I'd decided to think of it as a supported training run rather than a "race" (thanks, Susan), and how it was nice to not have any real "pressure" (though it's all been internal pressure anyway). I was just kind of bopping along, and I realized that I was actually feeling.... ok. Mentally, there was no "this sucks" like there has been in most of my runs lately. Physically, except for a mildly annoying hot spot on my right foot (it comes and goes), nothing hurt or was sore or felt out of whack. I was just kind of smoothly going along.
Best run I've had in ages. Sure, it was only 2 miles, but I will take it! AND! I figured out what I'm going to wear for my non-race on Saturday. Exciting, no? Well, ok, no. But still. At least I won't be scrambling around at 4 in the morning trying to figure out what to wear while trying not to wake up my husband and/or dog. It's a victory.
Now I just have to get through the rest of the week and not oversleep when my alarm goes off on Saturday, and I'll be good to go. Just a 13.1 supported training run with a few hundred of my closest friends. Ok, they're strangers. But they're all silly enough to get up at o'dark 30 and pin on a racing bib, so they're ok in my book.