It’s 9:00 p.m. and I just sat down to eat dinner. It’s been a long day. Looooong. I’ve got so much going on, a new job starting next week, an old job ending tomorrow. Saying goodbye to people I have grown to love and trying to get psyched to meet some new people I don’t know. Editing Second Chance Key, rewrites for Lodestone, two side projects in various stages of work and I’m supposed to be training for a half marathon. HALF MARATHON. IN SIX WEEKS!!
I ran the half marathon last year, training was hard and I learned that I enjoy running miles eight through ten, but everything before and after I can do without. Weird, huh?
This year I haven’t trained at all. Right now I can only run two miles. Sloooowly. I’m freaking because I haven’t got a run in the last two days and I’ll be out of commission this weekend and OH MY GOD!! Breath. Breathing… okay. Okay. I’m not going to freak.
I called my sister to find out her feelings on the subject and was thrilled to find out that she was feeling the exact same way. She wants out, I want out. Perfect! This has been a really hard year for our family. Our other sister had a severe stroke, job and family situations we’re dealing with and then there is the stress eating of cookies (or granola in her case). We are both just out of sorts with our bodies and under pressure to perform when we aren’t ready. We both like to run, but the stress that comes with a short deadline is just too much for us and makes it more of a burden than anything else. It’s like we’re trying to get revved up for a big fat failure.
Honestly, it’s not our fault. Michigan has been a bitch this winter, training outside slightly impossible to dangerous much of the winter. Gym time difficult to come by, no one to watch my kids and she has a really long commute. So we decided we don’t have to do it, though we “technically” decided not to decide. But I think I’ve decided by the clear amount of relief I feel at knowing I won’t be running for several hour a few times a week (yes, it takes me that long).
We are signed up to run a very popular highly sought after race so it should be easy to get rid of the bibs. And we are talking about signing up for an eight mile run on Mackinaw Island, we both have been wanting to do that for years, so it doesn’t feel like quitting. Sometimes it’s okay to quit. Sometimes it’s can be irresponsible not to quit. So I’m not a quitter, I’m just gonna grab another rope 😉