Last week was a good week of running. I continue to struggle with having to run so slow, but I keep reminding myself that it's going to make me better and I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I think it's working, though. Saturday I ran 9 miles at Highbanks at a pretty easy pace. I felt great! I wish more people had decided to run the second loop. I really wanted to do all 12 miles. Oh well. It's a slow build up. I don't need to get injured again.
I've made a bet with myself. When I train for a marathon I put together these elaborate plans with how many miles I'm supposed to run each day, etc. And I never stick to these plans. This time around, I am really going to try to stick to my plans. I have decided that if I can stick with the plan through the end of this month that I can buy myself a new running shirt. Maybe it will help with my motivation.
My dad ran his 20th marathon yesterday. He completed Rock and Roll Arizona in 4:02. He was trying to qualify for Boston, which he needed a 3:35. He said he'll go and watch me, but I must admit I'm disappointed for him. He's been battling some injuries for quite some time now and he can't seem to get past them. He says he's not going to do the marathon anymore, but I hope he reconsiders. Next year he moves up an age group and will need a 3:40. I hope he finds the motivation again.
And finally in the completely bazaar file...as you know I've had my troubles in the past with being chased by dogs. My aunt recently took up running and this week she was chased by a cat on her run. How weird is that? A CAT!
Talk to you all tomorrow.