Dear hubby races next Sunday. He is running a local marathon and I am stoked for him. This is "his" race and he hopes to break 4 hours. He will. No doubt in my mind. He has never missed a running goal. I was planning on running a half marathon in February but have been "called" to work instead. As much as this bums me out to not have that race on my calendar I do think it will be a fun growing experience to see first hand a bit more of the behind-the-scenes of a race. When I confessed to dear hubby I was bummed he told me to just say I can't work and run it. Nope, that is not going to work and I don't want to do that. I do love to help when asked if I can and it is my job. And perhaps dear hubby will "see the light" come Monday and agree to watch darling daughter so I can race a half in March. I just need to find the $70 to enter. And yes, I could find a babysitter so both of us can run, which is his hold-up, but $140 is too steep. And don't get me wrong, I totally understand his desire to run. I get it. I do. It is just the Libra in me that says, hey, it is my turn. Let me run.
But what bugs me more than the race calendar is that a small thing, like running races, is causing so much
Why am I telling you all this? Because it is all this that lead me to waking up this morning grouchy and in a funk. And I believe in honesty and don't just want to tell you the rosy pictures.
I did need to run. Not because it was Push It Wednesday but because I needed to clear my head and shake off some of the heaviness. My goal was plain and simple, run. I knew I had a tempo run slated for today but that didn't matter. Pushing it today was just running when my mind was full.
When I got to the gym I just sat a moment in my car and wanted to cry but I pulled it together and went inside. I got on the treadmill at the gym 20 minutes later than I had hoped and that was okay. I started running and felt tears welling and pushed them aside one more time and just ran. After 0.5 miles I was feeling a bit better and up'd my pace to my tempo pace. New goal. Run 3 miles at tempo. It took another 0.5 miles for me to feel in sync with my tempo pace. And I was getting happier, lighter, and able to work through my emotions.
Daily Gratitude: I am thankful for my morning chats with darling daughter on her way to school.
Daily Affirmation: I know what my mind needs to relax.