Today’s schedule calls for me to run 5 and then do a 5K.
I’m a little ragged at the moment, nothing big, just a collection of things. My abs are still sore from taking a barre class Friday morning (crunches, so many crunches). Yesterday I was volunteering at an adult field day so I was on my feet most of the time, except when I ran a relay starting off with Dizzy Bat (non-alcoholic kind), took 3 steps and fell right over. So I have a fist-sized bruise coming up from that, even though it didn’t hurt at the time. And after that active day I hit the hay hard and I still feel sleepy.
The thing about training is that nobody stands over me to get it done. I know the sun does not rise nor set on my getting this run done, and part of that is just. That’s why even though I don’t do it, I understand why people share their every single run on Facebook; they’re looking for that accountability somewhere. Sometimes this blog provides that. But I could also write “Off to do 5 today!” and then spend the rest of the day organizing my sweaters.
I could, but I won’t, because having to do it by myself is also one of the things I like about training. It’s a challenge to myself to jigsaw in runs along with work and life and family, but: how many things do we do in life that we can do all by ourselves? I told someone once about the marathon that running it was “the most alone I’d ever felt,” because if I had decided I wanted to quit, nobody in the world could have talked me back into it. I felt a weird power, knowing that. For me, for now, it matters.