It’s OFFICIAL: I’m training for a half-marathon.
I’m in week four of a plan modeled after Hal Higdon’s novice plan. The plan seems fairly doable. 3-4 runs/week plus some cross training and some strength mixed in. If all goes as planned, I’ll be at 13.1 about a month before the race. For the most part, things have been going well. I’ve been getting my runs in and have been fairly successful with cross training. (strength? not so much)
I fully intended to get up early and go for a short 2-mile run. Instead, I talked myself into staying in bed a bit longer (it was my birthday, after all) and promised to get back on track the next day.
Wednesday morning my alarm went off at 5 a.m. I begrudgingly tore myself out of bed and got ready to run. It was really dark, kinda cool, and there was a threat of snow so I headed to the gym instead. Big mistake. I let myself quit after 2 miles. I wasn’t tired. I wasn’t sore. I was just BORED. And couldn’t talk myself into going longer.
Afterward, I was really disappointed in myself for giving up. And then that night I went out with some friends and missed my next morning run because I was hungover (note to self: drinking and running do not mix).
But, guess what? I went for an outside run on Thursday after work… and it was GREAT! I’ve got my running mojo back.
This weekend: 6 miles. Let’s pray for one day of decent weather so I don’t have to sweat it out on the treadmill.