The Mixed-Up Kid

I can't believe it is 3 weeks until the half.  I still don't know if I'm trained enough for it.

I was telling D about my attitude about the whole thing.  Since I already got below 3 hours, I really don't care about getting faster.  I'm just about enjoying myself.  Except I do care when I'm on the treadmill (when I make it to the gym) or out for a long run.  And my long runs are on roads I would have never dreamed of running prior to this training.  They are hills. They roll. They incline slowly.  They pitch straight up.  I know they are there, and I choose to go up them.  Down...I tend to walk.  I have no clue what is going on in my head or my training.

My 9 and 10 mile run paces were all over the place from the moment, "Go!"  My 7 mile was quite steady.

So I haven't been blogging because I don't know what to say.  I'm slacking on my running except when I do it?  I'm having a lot of fun looking around?  When I'm out running, I'm looking around at neighborhoods, seeing people and places for the first time (despite driving past them every day). When I get back, I look at the times and go, "I guess I should have run faster."  Who knows?  The weather is gorgeous except for the pollen, so I'm going to continue to have fun and feel guilty all at the same time.

:P