My training program started this week. It emails me each night with my workout for the next 2 days. It's been doing this for weeks, but it's always said - no workout scheduled. Then I noticed something different. Not no workout scheduled, but Monday is a rest day. Oh crap, this is real now. I have the best of intentions about this race, but my dedication to working out is not something to admire. So I went for a run last night.
And it felt good.
I didn't walk any of it. I ran the whole time. Sure it was just 2.36 miles. But guess what - that is the farthest I have run since I had Addy. And I'm really really proud of myself. Today I saw a runner. Long, lean, muscular legs. I thought, man it feels good to be a runner again.
I know. I got really carried away about my identity as a runner after just one run. But listen, if I can mentally think of myself as a runner, perhaps that is half the battle.
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