I’m running again. After a long, and somewhat arduous sabbatical.
After ending 2012 on a low, low running note I had high hopes for 2013. New years bring new hopes, dreams, aspirations and excitement. Truly.
I ran every day the first week of the year. Every day. That’s a lot for me, even at my best, but I did it and I enjoyed it. Actually, that’s a lie. On my seventh day of running in a row my legs felt tired, heavy and very unhappy with me. I didn’t enjoy that. So I decided (as I have done in the past when I get on these running kicks) that a rest day is really important. Soooooo, I took 18. Yeah. I know how to do it, don’t I?
On the 19th day I got out of bed and said “just get out there already!” and went for a five mile run that felt really great. What the hell was my problem? That’s what I kept wondering as I was running along, breathing in the fresh air, reveling in how much I really DO love to run. I’m not just saying it for posterity – I LOVE TO RUN! I gave myself a rest the next day and ran again a day later. Again, bliss. Then BAM! I got hit with the creepy-cold-crud that is one step removed from the really fucked-up-flu-shit going around. I was out cold Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I suffered through work on Tuesday and even went in on Wednesday morning, but by 10:30 a.m., on Wednesday I was wondering what in God’s name I had been thinking to have come in – not to mention everyone around me was flipping out because THEY didn’t want to get sick. I left before 11 and didn’t come back until the following Monday.
I kind of, sort of, felt better on Friday AND it was a sunny, warm day here in Oregon so as I was lying in bed for the fourth day in a row, looking out the window at the sun and blue skies and I thought “I should go for a run.” As I lay there imaging it I saw myself completing an effortless 5 to 8 miles. Effortless. In reality it was 2.07 miles that took every bit of whatever I had in me OUT. Painful. Brutal. I was wheezing. “What is that noise?!” “OMG it’s ME!?!” Yep. Not pretty and very discouraging.
Blue eyes gave me a hard time for going out in the first place. “Don’t you know how sick you are?” “You haven’t eaten anything beyond vegetable broth for 3 days. Eight miles? Really?” See when he said it, it sounded unreasonable and highly irrational, but as I was lying in bed, before the run, it seemed to make perfect sense. I swear.
I crawled back in bed and promised not to run until I was really better.
Saturday was a GORGEOUS day in the Pacific Northwest. It was sunny from the moment it got light outside! Birds were chirping, there were absolutely NO CLOUDS in the sky. It was like we were instantly sitting in Spring and from Facebook statuses I can tell you that EVERYONE was rejoicing.
But not me. I stayed in bed. Slept. Drank veggie broth. Watched horrid television. Read a book. Shut the blinds. Pouted. A lot.
I told myself I would run on Sunday, which was sure to be as nice a day, after I spent all of Saturday working on feeling better. That made ME feel better. Until I woke up on Sunday to clouds, cold and no birds chirping. WTF? Spring gone in a blink of an eye. . . Welcome to the Pacific Northwest. Oh yeah, wait. It’s only February 3rd.
Sunday, cloudy Sunday, I put on my running garb, laced up my shoes and went for a run. I hadn’t given myself any definite goals, I just wanted to run, casually, and enjoy it with little to no wheezing. I only made it 4 miles, but it was a solid 4 that left me feeling energized so I had little to complain about.
Monday morning I woke up at 3:45 and couldn’t go back to sleep. I laid in bed and read Jenny’s post about one of the most insane-ridiculous-asshole-dudes I’ve ever heard of in my life. Afterwards I laid there for 15 minutes repeating “who does that?!” to no one in particular. Still not feeling the sleep I jumped up and put the running garb on and got out of the house by 4:30.
Talk about heaven. I had forgotten just how much I LOVE to run before the rest of the world is even awake. Perfection in its truest sense for me. I logged 5 miles and felt energized getting ready for work.
Tuesday I took a rest from running but during my rest I signed up for some 2013 races. While I had planned to run Vernonia in April, I have not yet signed up for it. I’m still on the fence with that demon and haven’t truly decided whether or not I’m going to tackle it this year. Although I see great benefit in doing just that. It’ll likely be a last minute decision.
I did commit to 4 other races though. Saturday. THIS Saturday, February 9, 2013 I am running the Heartbreaker Half Marathon. I’ve run this event before, but since I ran it the first year it has moved locations, so it will be a little different and I’m excited.
I also signed up for the Champoeg 30K on March 2nd; Blooms to Brews Half Marathon on April 21st and I signed up for the Timberline Marathon on June 1.
So there it is. I have definitely committed to at least one marathon on June 1, 2013. I picked this particular one intentionally because it’s the same weekend as the Newport Marathon and I have a lot of friends running Newport and few, if any, running Timberline. Blue Eyes works on that day so he won’t be there either. I like that. Even though he doesn’t. I just want to get up that Saturday, drive the almost two hours to Timothy Lake, run the marathon and come home. No pressure. No expectations. Just me running the trail on a hopefully sunny June day.
So happy that I’m excited about running some events. I’m thinking about doing the Hippie Chick in May – trying to keep myself on a one event a month rotation, but I haven’t committed to it yet. And then, of course, there’s Vernonia. We shall see, we shall see.
One thing is for sure though. I’m running again and couldn’t be happier.