(Someone has prettied-up the Williamsburg Bridge.)I'll tell you, I was on such a high after the Mini 10K! I wore my little medal all day and even slept with it by my bed.
I spent my daughter's post-race nap time googling lots of running blogs and shopping around for my first running skirt and looking for cute compression socks and reading about celebrity runners on Runner's World (Dr. Jill Biden! Jo Dee Messina! Melvin Van Peebles! Flea! and okay, although I'd like to see her go away, Sarah Palin!). Dude, Flea ran a sub-4 LA marathon as a first timer. He'd barely even jogged before starting to train. Even though he's always looked in good shape, surely that guy has done some hard-living. Okay, I don't have his money, nor have I done much hard-living, but why can't I be a sub-4? I'd like to make it my goal to run a 3:59. I have no idea if that's possible, but I can dream it, right!? So right now, I'm aiming for 4:30. I guess as I get further along I'll know what is most realistic.
Whoa! Such a post 10k high and then back to the low-down the next morning. I had 4 miles to run on the schedule and as I pulled myself out of bed (not at all sore, happy to say), my high was gone. Back was "uhh. I don't want to run today." How can that be when I was making plans and setting goals a little less than 12 hours before? Brain chemistry, I guess is to blame. The endorphins had leveled out. But I got out there for a little recovery rainbow connection 4-miler over the bridge to Manhattan and back and around the neighborhood and was glad I did. When I returned home, my husband said, "another link in the chain." He's right.
Heading into vacation later this week...have planned ahead and found a running club in St. Augustine to join up with a couple times while in Florida. Looking forward to meeting some nice folks in front of the A1A Publix and hoping the community will keep me on track. I've got 30 miles to log while on the family vacay. Not going to let it intimidate me.
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