According to the Daily Mile, I ran over 1100 miles in 2012. That includes marathon training, which I’m sure made up for the 6 weeks I was off for the demon back injury and the last 6 weeks of the year, when I didn’t run because I was completely burnt out and jaded and pouting.
Now that I’ve finally gotten back to a place where I’m enjoying it and feeling healthy, I figure I should
ruin it work toward something and run a race. Yes, I realize this may be a bit premature given that I’ve been back to running for exactly 8 days, but there’s no time like the present, so why not?
If you’ve been reading this blog forever (which probably only applies to my mom and Paula), you may remember that I did this race 2 years ago. It was a shit show. Given that, I’m not entirely sure why I thought running this as my first race back was a good idea, but it’s happening. Redemption? Sure. Let’s go with that.
Honestly, though, I’d really like for this race to go well. I need a come back race to help me find my confidence again.
The race is a month away, which is plenty of time to train. Roo helped me out yesterday. She’s still kind of an asshole at running (which is entirely my fault), but we were able to maintain a 9 minute pace, and I managed to stay upright the entire time, so I’d call it a win.
I also knocked out half a half marathon on Saturday while everyone else in D.C. was busy getting drunk.
In other news, I spent my Saturday night watching old Bon Jovi videos on YouTube.