Okay, it's been 2 1/2 months since my last post. How can it be May already?
I've been set free to some extent - church choir practices are done for the summer, and Dad has been WALKING for about 2 months, and DRIVING (God help us!) for a couple of weeks. So he's not as dependent on Daughter Number Three (yours truly) as he was. Oh, I'm still writing his checks, but only because I can do it faster. He still tells me to whom and how much and he signs them. I'm just the stenographer/bookkeeper!
So how's the running, you may (or may not) ask.
After spending 4 1/2 months training diligently for the 500 Festival Mini Marathon, I just stopped. No good reason. In fact, a stupid, very BAD reason. UGH.
We had some good weather.
"Now wait a minute! Back up!" you say. "What does that mean?"
Well, we had all that snow, and I was running on the treadmill instead of going outside. Then the snow was gone, but it was still cold. Then, about 6 weeks ago, there was a break.
I ran OUTSIDE. In SHORTS! I wasn't cold! It was g-l-o-r-i-o-u-s!
For about three days.
Back to COLD and RAIN.
And more rain.
And yet MORE rain.
And STILL more rain.
The time last I ran was three weeks ago. On the treadmill. For two miles.
Long story short - I ran the first two miles of the Mini. I got a crease in my sock. I stopped and fixed it. I got a hot spot. I got a monster blister. I stopped and fixed it. I finished the entire half marathon. Period.
That, quite frankly, was all I was asking for.
The past few years, I've trained for half marathons, then either had my training or the race itself sidelined by family crises, mostly involving hospitals and/or funerals. UGH.
So, by gosh, I was NOT going to let this one get by me.
And here's the proof!