Withdrawals

I did it.  13.1 miles.  R signed me up for Camp Pendleton back in August, and I bailed.  I had lots of good reasons and my husband had an overnight scouting event he was expected to attend, so it worked out great.  But, I was having trouble committing.  I might have been a little picky.  Too hilly, too far away, coming up too soon, too hilly.  Then came Irvine.  Completely flat.  January 8th.

Then came the holidays, the flu, the rains.  I wasn't sure I was ready.  I wanted to put in a few more miles, but time was up!  Complete.  That was the goal.  I was really happy to do that.  In 2:08.  Not bad for a first-timer.  And, I felt good until the very end.  A couple of hours later was a different story, but my hips eventually worked again and by Sunday I was walking more like my own age rather than a 90-year-old lady!

I anticipated a feeling of completeness.  I was excited to not run the following week.  Who would really want to run after finishing the race.  Goal accomplished!  Yet I found myself dropping off Abbey at school each morning and wishing I was running that route rather than driving it.  Insane.  I know.  But, if you run, you know.  I put my sneakers on and went for a run.

But now I miss the goal.  I miss the training schedule and the date to work towards.  And I have started to wonder if my legs could carry me 26.2 miles.  Just wondering, that's all.

I think I am going to have to start looking for the next race.  To end these crazy withdrawals.