I almost didn't do my four miles today. This morning I was up at 5:45 to head to Central Park to volunteer at the 4 mile race for my 2012 marathon credit (if I run 9 races and volunteer at 1 I get guaranteed entry for the 2012 NYC marathon). I thought I might just run home after my shift was over, which would have been about 6 miles (2 miles extra), but I was cold and tired from standing in one place for 4 hours. Basically, I found excuses to jump on the subway and avoid running. But Bearden encouraged me to get my butt in gear before the day was over. So after late-afternoon church I hit the Williamsburg Bridge. 
(look: in the distance is the Manhattan Bridge and a bit further south is the Brooklyn Bridge. This is my view from the Williamsburg Bridge. Stunning).
I ran over into Manhattan and around a long block on the Lower East Side and then back over the bridge. Most of the time my attitude sucked. I began thinking, "I will never be able to do this marathon-thing. What am I doing?!" I heard myself say "you can't even run these 4 miles with ease. How can you run 26.2?"
Running is so weird on so many different levels. For one, how come I can run a 1/2 marathon a couple weeks ago and then feel like 4 miles is forever? Very thankful we have a Team for Kids group practice tomorrow night. Running with others gives me a boost for sure. I cannot reach the finish line alone. Thank you thank you already to Bearden for encouragement and keeping Konjit so I could hit the bridge tonight. Now, I just have to find a neighborhood running buddy.
You can do it. I, for one, believe in you.
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