Last night I ran for the first time since my last marathon, October. Even then, I was mostly walking. I’ve been nursing a torn meniscus since June.
My trainer told me I needed to get off my ass. Just like that. I love her honesty. So last night I ran a mile in eleven minutes. Not pretty, but functional. My plan is to train on a treadmill this time, through March, to keep my speed up. I’m running the Shamrock Shuffle this year. I will run it in less than an hour. And I will run the MDI in October in four. I’m just saying.
Catt Scratches 
Life is. Sometimes short. Sometimes grueling. Sometimes privileged. Sometimes anything but what we think it should be. But, it always is. Rock on sweetie and continue to never stop dancing.
By: steelwheelsny on February 6, 2014
at 6:23 am