I told myself that I would run on January 1. We were actually out of town on that day, but I knew that I needed to get some sort of exercise. My family and I were staying in this cute little town on the Central Coast - Cambria. We stayed at a hotel at the top of a hill in the town, and the hotel had a "path" going from the hotel, down the mountain, and into town. I say "path" because what the hotel called a path, was more like an intermediate mountain climb. I knew I was in trouble when the walk down had me sore. So we ate breakfast and my kids and I began the climb back up the hill. The whole time I keep telling myself, "I run half-marathons, this shouldn't be too difficult". Yeah, I'm a half marathon runner.
Well, after going up the hill behind two very fast kids, nearly losing my breakfast, warning 2 people in their 60s that they shouldn't try to come back up after the trek down, and sweating like a weight lifter, I came to a very important realization. I'm only a half-marathon runner when I actually run half-marathons. The rest of the time I'm either a runner, or not. And remembering that I had not run at all between Thanksgiving and January 1, I realized on that day that I was in the "not" category.
Now, I have to make myself a runner again.
So, I'm looking at the next half-marathon that I want to run. Baby Boy and I are going to try a new half-marathon race in San Luis Obispo in April. Since my mountain trek, I've run 3 times...in 2 weeks. Well, it's a start.
Thanks for stopping by today! Hope your running is much more regular than mine has been!
