Friday I ran 2 miles at a pathetically slow pace. Today, I ran those same two miles at an only slightly less pathetic pace. But, pathetic or not, both runs felt pretty good. I've found that all the long-distance running I did for the 1/2 marathon this past spring has paid off. My body now seems to have some muscle memory for running, and it just goes. Not very fast, but at least without much drama.
Tomorrow morning, Wolfgang is going to run the 5k portion of the New Haven Road Race. At one point - before the pneumonia knocked me on my ass - I was planning to run the 20k, or 13 miles. It was going to be part of my training for the November 1 NYC marathon. Alas, the two-month battle with pneumonia caused me to abandon my plans to run the marathon. At this point, it would be a virtual impossibility for me to do the necessary training to survive 26.2 miles.
Still, Wolfgang was encouraging me to run the 5k tomorrow. Not really with him, since he'd finish in half the time, but just to enjoy the running experience.
I was all in. I could run 3 miles and not have a pneumonia relapse. I'd just go slow. It'd all be good.
Until I looked at the racing brochure and realized that, as a woman of over 150 pounds, I'd fall into the category of a "Clydesdale."
There's only so much that one woman can take.
I will NOT be racing tomorrow.
(I googled "woman running" to find a picture for this post, and here's what I found. They're easily over 150 pounds, and they don't look like clydesdales. So there.)
2 comments:
As a clydsdale or probably more like a shire (Caelyn looked it up for me), I hear you and I don't have the muscle memory to fall back on. I have started working out again with Caelyn and man, pathetic is not even close to the correct adjective. Glad to hear that you are feeling better though.
Thanks, Dawn. I watched all those Clydsdales cross the finish line this morning and knew I should have been with them!
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