Aww, Rob made me weep. I was about to post how, poor me, I had to slog through a trail run for an hour and half on Monday and add miles by x-training, then on Tuesday, instead of going for intervals, I jogged without a watch for 25 loops around a track (just to make sure it’s a square 6 miles), and today totally dissed running for stairmaster – my calf gives me a shout. Now what?
What I also wanted to mention today is that every time I am sidelined by injury, I realize again and again how much I love running. I’d see someone on the street – and think: why am I driving? I’d picture trails - and think: why am I at work? Even as I am huffing and puffing at the gym, I am drawn to a treadmill (and this would be my last option on Earth!). There is nothing more beautiful, more free, more fluid, more natural, than running motion. It doesn’t matter how awkward we may be while doing it – it’s still the perfect creation.
Where does it leave me for this weekend? It leaves me with my tickets to Salt Lake City, a 2 hrs drive to Orem, a sleepless night in a hotel room – and about 12 hours of exploring Wasatch mountain range. I might be tired, I could be in pain, and I will be gasping for air – but I won’t be alone. As always, you, guys, every one of you, who supported me through a positive word, a short comment, a quick phone call or a warm thought (and yes, Craig, a prayer) – will be on my journey with me. I will have plenty of time to go through each of your posts, remember your adventures in life and on the run, think of my own struggles and happy moments…and I will have that finishing kick, however the rest of the race goes!
The bags are packed, the pace chart is glued to the bottles, I've got new RaceReady shorts (woohoo, love all the pockets!), my co-workers supplied me with tons of new music for my I-Pod (practically didn't work today - downloading is a big deal for computer-impaired third-world country gal), all the leftovers of my Carbo-Pro is in the individual packets, my Gregory pack is full of gear (rain-stuff, food, gloves)...I think I am ready. Bring it on! Rob, here we come:)