I never thought I’d say it, but now I will: I can’t stop running.
I missed a day this week due to tooth work I had done on Saturday. They asked me to take it easy for two days; one of those should have been my six mile run. Since I’m so close to M-Day (two weeks and two days, but whose counting?!) I can’t really play around with my schedule right now, so I skipped that run. I figured I had done twenty on Saturday anyway, so it wouldn’t matter much. But boy can I tell it today! I really missed that six miler this week. I will not skip another day unless i absolutely have to.
I’m addicted.
When I started running ten plus years ago I never thought I’d hang this long and I never ever thought I’d say that I love to run. But I do. I can’t wait to get my shoes on.
Tomorrow is my twelve miler, but I’ll do thirteen (I know where that starts and stops-for twelve I’d have to figure out the six and a half mile mark-why not just do the 13?!)
I can’t wait to get my shoes on and go.
Next week, 8 miles. It seems such a short distance now that I’ve done 20. 8?! I mean, I could still do another 12 lol! Almost another half marathon . . . how messed up does that sound?
Today my friend stopped by and we were talking about the green market they have downtown. I told her I run by what is left of that each Saturday morning and see the tents. “You mean you run from here?” She asked, with a quizzical expression on her face.
Yep, if I”m doing an 11 miler, I said. And those are my shortest of long runs.
“You mean you run past there?” She asked, even more pained.
I ran 20 miles on Saturday, I told her.
And then she said, Why?
I about laughed out loud. Oh, no, maybe I did laugh out loud. I told her I’m doing a marathon in two weeks and she wanted to know how long that was. I told her 26.2 and she said, “Why are you going to do that? That’s crazy!”
I couldn’t explain it so I just shrugged and said I love to run. Especially distances.
Then she said, “Do they give you stuff when you get done?”
It’s been a long time since I wasn’t a distance runner. I forget what it was like to look at others who were going the miles and thinking wow, what are they, crazy? I know that I thought that. I do know that I did. And I know other people look at me and think the same.
26 miles . . . that’s a long way! I don’t care how much you run, that is a long, long way.
20 miles last Saturday, that was a long way too.
And I know in my head somewhere deep down that 12 miles is as well. But tomorrow’s run seems so short to me.
I think that this is how I know now that I am a runner. I don’t go jogging, I go running, because I can’t live without it and because 12 miles seems like such a cake walk.
Happy running!