Who are you and what have you done with Abby?
July 14th, 2010
I think some sort of Freaky-Friday black magic has transpired.
Dave and I have switched places.
Remember how Dave decided to compete in a triathlon about 8 hours before the event—without any training? Yea, that is so out of character for Dave…it’s more like something I would do!
We joke that it takes two weeks for Dave to be spontaneous. In fact, after the triathlon, he asked me if I was more proud of him for doing it, or for making the spur-of-the-moment decision. My pride resulted from the quick decision, of course! I was floored when he said he’d do it!
Then there’s me…hesitantly sharing with you my *tentative* half marathon plan.
My hesitancy and cautiousness is a direct result of spending too much time with my husband…or my countless injuries. But I still think we’re rubbing off on each other.
When I returned to running, I said that I was over racing for awhile. But then I fell back in love with running and I want to do more races.
In fact, I have realized that I love to train. I like the routine that training provides—another shocker (seriously, Dave, I want my spontaneity back) ! I normally hate routine, but there’s something to comforting to me about a regular running schedule. Gah! There’s that Dave influence again!
I think I love it because it gives me purpose and drive. But I know that I love it most because it forces me to get out and run, which is my “me-time”. That’s the time when I clear my head, when I talk with God, when I wade through the everyday stressors and find peace.
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I’m sure some of you are wondering about my transition plan for barefoot running and what will become of that. Well, I will use some of my shorter, easier runs to break into my FiveFingers.
In fact, tonight, Dave, Gary and I went to the local track for a run in the rain. I wore my FiveFingers hoping to work on a week 3 run. Right as Gary and Dave started running, Gary turned around and told me I was running the first “easy” mile with them. I was of course hesitant, but quickly agreed. Hey, if my foot hurts, I can stop. Plus, I’m on a track which is much softer than pavement.
I ran a total of 1.75 miles. Ran one mile, took a break, ran .75 more. And my feet feel great!
(But I don’t recommend it)
A moment of rash decision making in the face of peer pressure—there’s the Abby we all know and love!
