It's milk dyed green for Miss E's St. Patty's Day party at school. It had just rolled onto the floor from the passenger seat, luckily it just got dented, not spilled. Otherwise I'd be facing a room of twenty angry 5 year old's.
Yes, I love this time of year. We're spending Saturday at the parade with friends, followed by corned beef and cabbage at their house. While we're there I plan on swiping my friend Bill's set of P90X DVD's. My half marathon is exactly a month away, and I thought I would throw in a bit of cross training
Something has come over me these past few months regarding my training, mainly that I'm not worried about it. It gets to a point where you know what your body can do, and you embrace it, and trust in it. I'm sort of winging my training for this upcoming race, I know what I need to do to get ready, but I'm not following a specific plan to a T. This is the first time I've done that, and I feel okay about it.
At the same time though, it's a bit scary, because what if I do screw up race day, and have a lousy race, or come away from it feeling like I could do better?
I run several times a week, on my last 9 miler I did it without water or extra fuel, the only times I stopped was because my running buddies had to toss a jacket, or dig out a gel. But I felt great the whole time.
Has running become second hand?
Or I should say, second foot?
Where do you find trust? In yourself? or your training? Both??
Happy St. Patty's Day!!!!