The other night, um, Wednesday? Thursday? Doesn't matter.... I went for the loveliest evening run through the neighboring 'hood. It felt great to be able to run 3 miles and not die or melt. It was a real confidence booster! I did have a couple of walk breaks since I insisted in hitting a pretty big, long hill. And I am still slightly congested at times which really feels glaring when trying to run. But I'm not letting that become an issue. I just kept right at it and my legs are actually doing quite well!!
Saturday I went for "an easy three" in the morning. I didn't expect it to be a thousand degrees already, but still I went at it doing my best, until.... At 1.62 miles I was down. On the ground. The world was spinning. I was shaking. Full blown Meniere's attack when I was at my farthest point from home. I debated having MF come pick me up, but instead I let the spinning pass and did my best to get home, only missing half of my last mile.
But I was not going to feel defeated! Last night MF set out for a walk while I went for a run. It was great!! I did a 5k before reuniting with him in the park for our walk home. The only hiccup in this run? I had to be courteous at the duck pond and grant the right of way to an adorable little family!
And here I am, less than a week from my next race. Physically I am not trained, but mentally I know I've done this before and no matter what I will have fun and do my best on that day!