I don't know how it happened, but 2012 has reached it's final month and that month is already quickly shuffling through its days. When I started this year, I had high hopes for my running. Really high hopes. I never would have guessed that I would have spent more months of 2012 not running.
I suppose it might be easy to glance at things and conclude that I got burnt out on running.
My friends, that is simply not true.
I got burnt out on being injured. On having to walk not because I was tired but because I was in pain. It's physically, mentally and emotionally taxing to constantly battle injury, to feel like nothing that you do helps long-term.
I miss running. I particularly miss running the Sandrat Trail with S & D on Sunday mornings. That trail was ... is one of my favorite places to run. It's hard to justify a 45 minute drive for a run, though, and I've not really made an effort to find a new place to run in my new home. Maybe I'm just a little apprehensive about find a new favorite and then not being able to actually run it. Who knows.
Running isn't gone forever. I haven't given up on it. There are just a few more things I want to get worked out before I get attached to running again. I want to make sure that my body can handle all the training I want to do. I want to hit that 18 minute 2 mile goal. I want to run a sub-60 minute 10K and most of all, I want to finish the Dublin Marathon.
I'm not going to lie, I'm doubtful of that last one. I don't know if my body can take all the miles it's going to need in order to be ready for 26.2 miles. That's a lot of running, and it scares me. It scares me that I may get halfway through training for this thing and realize I'm breaking down again. It scares me that I'll get through all the training, only to have to drop out in the middle of the race. It scares me a lot. Almost to the point of saying "Eh, I don't really need to do a marathon."
But I'm not giving up on myself. I know I have the tools and the knowledge to keep myself from being injured. All I have to do is actually use those tools and that knowledge.
So, I'm telling you right now. Be ready.
Be ready to read about speedwork again. Be ready to read about hill repeats (my favorite!). Be ready to read about weight lifting. And push ups. Be ready to read about a sub-60 min 10k at the Hospital Hill Run. Be ready to read how fast I was at the 2 Mile Turkey Trot. And most of all, be ready for the sappiest recount of a marathon, EVER (let's face it folks, I'm a sap).
And I'll be ready, too.