running jacket | lululemon
Well, well, well, its been 12 weeks of running. I have never thought I'd mentally be able to stick with something like this. I've never thought I'd find this source of confidence or strength from it. And while I have far to go, I feel very content with my overall gains. Even if right now I am hunched in the middle of a giant plateau called I-work-full-time-and-coach-and-it-gets-darker-earlier-and-I-can't-find-the-time-to-run. I cannot simply find a way to carve out the time.
One day during week 12 I was feeling this odd unusual but fantastic life-high; I had a great day, work went well, I felt good and maybe can attribute some of my mood to a good hair day. It was about 6:00ish pm, already cloudy and getting darker, and I just got out on the track and ran 2.5 miles. I didn't stop ONCE (except to do pushups). What had gotten into me? I don't know. Then, the challenge hits - I don't get out there for three days. I used to do this every. single. day. back in July - and now I am at once every three days. But I am proud - I can probably run a 5k without much worry. Maybe I'll take it to the next level and train for the 10mi broad street run next spring. Who knows. But I am feeling good, proud of the weeks of progress, but still irked by my inability to find consistency.
ps. the new rebel runner jacket i scored last week is my OBSESSION. it makes me feel like Batman when I wear it. the details are insanely cool. see link above for details :)
hello, week thirteen. see you tomorrow.