First Week Training Kinda Sorta Blech

Aw shit.  I had envisioned myself putting in my ear phones, starting up the Garmin, and oh so gracefully striding around the park, moving like the speed of light through some mysterious brain/body transformation.  My body would remember how I ran at 36 and 8 years later do it again.  Oh, the delusion!

What a dumb ass I am.  The friendly folks at Rock N' Roll Savannah sent me a lovely email entitled Start Your Training Now!  I decided late last week after  experiencing a few moments (very looong moments) of panic to start my half marathon training a few weeks early.  I must admit running a half in November is completely throwing me off.  I keep thinking it's in October, when I've done most of my long races.  But no, this is about 3 weeks later.  But since I have so much work to do to get in shape and improve my running, I thought I would start a bit early.  Or, as Bud says, "You really have a long way to go.  You need to do a lot of work."  Gotcha, honey.  Don't need to say it again--thanks!  No really, thanks!

Unfortunately, my 4 week delay in June due to family stuff set me back again.  I have gone out a few times this week and run, and done poorly.  The last two days I was back at work, and while I had visions of rising early and getting in a quick run before work, my body will not wake up in the morning.  I think being so busy at work and neglecting to eat breakfast the last few days has completely slayed me.  I have come home the last two days after work and fallen asleep on the couch.  Watering the garden has been about the most I've done at home.  Laziness syndrome has hit hard.

Saturday I am down to run 5 miles.   I have not run 5 miles in months; I think it was 2010 the last time I did it.  I am hoping and praying I will pry myself out of bed at 5:30 am  tomorrow to get to the park and run a few miles before work.  I will feel so much better, I know, and it will keep me calm before Saturday's planned run.   It's the getting up that's so damn hard!  I have promised myself I can buy a book tomorrow if I haul my tushy out of bed and run.  I am not above bribing myself--but will it work?  'Cause let's face it--if I want a book, I will just buy it, and screw the pact I made with myself.  What am I gonna do, make myself sit in the corner?  If I have my shiny new book, OKAY!  I'll even stay extra long, too.  I don't mind facing the wall, that way I can ignore everything around me even more and get into the story.

I really think I am crazy to attempt this half marathon.  But stranger things have happened, so let's cross our fingers and move those legs!  Next week I plan on repeating what I've done this week, and get in some bike riding, too.  And my terror of the spinning class won't leave me alone, so I may just get really pissed off at myself for being such a chicken shit and try one again.  That's what I keep telling myself...