Workout: Ran5.68 miles in 49 minutes, 10 seconds; average pace, 8:39.
I woke up at 2:30 a.m. in a sweat - and it wasn't just because the heavy duvet was smothering me. It was a cold sweat, the kind that jolts you into consciousness. A sweat caused by the deepest of fears, the fears that only surface in slumber.
I dreamed I was a DNF at Fort-4-Fitness.
In this dream, I struggled to get to the starting line on time and found myself in the last wave. I couldn't keep pace and with each step I found myself further and further away from my goal: a sub-2:00 half-marathon. So I quit. I just walked off the course. As others had successful runs, I found myself scrambling to find another half at which to make my goal.
I told Mark about my dream as he got ready for work and I got ready for my run.
"Yeah. Right. Like you would DNF," he said. "Ain't gonna happen."
I know that Mark has had a front seat to my growth as a runner over the past year and has the utmost confidence that I'll succeed. Yet I couldn't help but
It almost takes the fun out of running. And running ... it's supposed to be fun.
I did my best to keep that in my mind - running = fun - when I set out on my morning 5-miler. I took a route that I haven't traveled in a while and I just kind of ran. I went out a little too fast and sort of stayed there but I eased up as necessary and took an extra breath at a stop light.
Of course, that breath was taken away when Denali almost got hit by a car. Or could have almost been hit by a car. We were running north, and a school bus was stopped at a cross street. As I ran in front of the bus, Denali got scared and moved behind me, then to my right and straight into southbound traffic. Eek! I about had a heart attack, tripped and cried - all at the same time. Thankfully, the drivers were alert and all was well.
How do you keep your runs fun?