Last Place Runner

Lauren and I registered for the half marathon relay last night. There’s no going back. There’s 39 days to prepare. And I’m going to, I am going to get off my butt and run on the treadmill. Here in just a minute.

The route doesn’t seem so bad. But 6.5 miles is a long way. I told Lauren last night I’m excited and terrified. I dream about running. When I am not running, and haven’t run yet any given day, I feel anxious about running. I want to, but will I? And yes, I always do.

I have no idea how to train. My 5k training was all based on time. Should my 6.5-mile training be based on miles? Should I alternate between time and distance? I just don’t know! And with several inches of snow and ice on the ground today, I won’t be meeting up with Lauren and the baby for our morning runs. So I’ve got to motivate myself these next few days.

It’s so weird that I ran outside yesterday in blinding sunshine and then an hour later it was dark and gray. I am so thankful for my treadmill — and for Netflix! I know my coach would tell me to run outside today, but I so don’t want to run in wet shoes.

The past several weeks I have relied on this blog post from Runs for Cookies. Get it over with seems like such an obvious concept, but reading Katie’s post was like the light bulb going off over my head. Want to run 6.5 miles without stopping? OK. Do it. Get it over with! So it’s off to the treadmill for me and then on to a snow-day job interview later this afternoon.