Goose Babies Are Truly Adorable But You Should Still Watch for Potholes!

All right-here I am again. It's been 4 months since the start of this journey. If you would have asked me after my last post, I probably wouldn't have come back. I guess that injury truly taught me something about what I wanted. When running was taken away from me, I wanted it more desperately than I could have thought possible.

I've read so many runner's stories about what running gives back to them. People talk about how it literally saved their lives, their marriages, their hope. If you would have told this to the person I was, I would have told you how wonderful that something like that could never happen to me. They must have been previously athletic or naturally gifted. How could someone like me, someone who has been sedentary for longer stretches of time that she'd care to admit heal and grow through running?

The truth about this whole thing is that I don't particularly enjoy running as it is happening. There are days that are nothing short of torturous. However, I do enjoy what I am learning about myself. I keep putting on my shoes. I keep showing up. Most importantly, I keep going. I would like to say that I know that I am going to finish each run when I start it. The reality is that I start many thinking that there is no way I'm going to make it to the end. But I almost always do. That's who I really am at the end of the day.

All of that being said.............................................I finally got a fuel belt because I felt like I should finally grow up and carry my own stuff (Thanks A :). Nothing quite like full water bottle giggling right on your bladder. I would have to say that Thursdays run started off with that uncomfortable tone. Adjusting to running in the morning is just a bit rough. I still haven't quite managed to figure out how to eat to make it possible. I just can't wake up 2 hours before to eat a full meal. After interval 4 I announced to A that I would be going to the bathroom and probably would be heading home after that. After a quick pit stop, there she was with the watch saying "well we could just walk one and then maybe run one or two more". HAHAHHAHAHA there's the bait. She knows I would take it like a fish. We were running within 30 seconds and didn't look back.

The most important key to running---self deception. Thanks for believing in me A until I remember that I believe in myself :)