I almost didn’t run today. I overslept, then had to run errands, and I was afraid I just wouldn’t find the time. Ultimately though I managed to squeeze in two miles this afternoon. I went to a nearby park, partly because the temperatures were so warm, and partly because I wanted to put in some miles on asphalt instead of the treadmill.
This wasn’t much. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being frustrating. I’m not where I want to be. My pace is slower than I’d like. My endurance is shorter than I’d like. My muscles are weaker than I’d like. Perhaps most frightening of all, the half marathon I’m thinking about running is sooner than I’d like! (it’s on April 2.) I want to be ready so that I can go out and just blow away this half marathon, and I’m afraid that I won’t be ready in time!