when i started running, i needed the peer pressure to help keep me motivated. i needed this blog. i needed my brother. knowing that my family and/or friends might check in to see how i was (or wasn't) progressing in my training kick-started my motivation when i felt it begin to flag.
since that time, i've been on and off the running wagon more times than i care to count, due to either injury or inertia. but i keep coming back. because it is simple (in a way), basic, effective. because it is therapeutic and meditative. because it helps me challenge and push myself, and we all could do with more personal challenges. because it always ends up feeling good, even when i hate every step along the way.
while i continued jogging - in fits and starts, i stopped blogging. i guess i didn't have confidence in my commitment to keep running, and seeing my fits and starts laid out as sporadic is a nice way of putting it blog posts made me feel shitty. shittier than the not running. so i stopped writing about it altogether.
i thought about trying to detach the blog from the jog, or starting a new blog entirely, but, well. hello lazy, good to see you uninspired, have a seat can't be bothered.
so. i ran the Shamrock Run 8K a few weeks ago, and did better than i thought i expected to. i'm running Bloomsday in a few weeks. a nasty post-Shamrock cold kept me from my Bloomsday training longer than i would have liked it to, so i'm feeling a little behind, slow and sluggish. but finishing the 8K Shamrock gave me the confidence to know i can run Bloomsday.
it might not be pretty, but it is possible.
today, i had a good run, somewhere between three and four miles. right now, i have a belly full of flat iron steak fajitas. from outside, i can hear the songs of frogs and crickets and smell lilacs.
i think i want some tea.
