Where did I go?!?!
Ok, ok, I get it. No one was really that worried to alert the authorities. In the age of social media, it's pretty common knowledge that I'm alive and well. Just have been super spotty about posting and reading blogs.
It's been a whopping 3 weeks and a handful of days since the Jackson Hole Marathon Roller Coaster. I see-sawed back and forth about even processing the emotions of the race. I'm running in the amazingly beautiful backdrop of the Grand Tetons! Why do I keep running marathons? Look how strong I am to be running another marathon! Why is my body forsaking me when I need it?
I gave myself a week off of running. Mental health break. Physical health break. I spent all week feeling physically broken from my race and mentally broken because I was sure that running again would make me feel so good!
Here's what's transposed thus far in September:
The just-shy-of-14-miles 14-miler I ran was about the most ugly run I've had in quite some time. Like, snatch-the-phone-out-of-a-passerby's-hand-to-call-my-mom-bad. Or sit-on-the-bench-next-to-the-dog-poop-trash-can-and-cry-bad. And sad because I was wearing my new favorite running garb and I felt so bad:
It doesn't look bad on the Garmin data, but I felt like I was putting in 1000% effort.
I set out for 16 miles on the crowded Greenway Saturday and managed click off the miles with relative ease. While I'm not feeling at the top of my running game, I do feel much better than I did those 48 hours post-Jackson Hole.
In the meantime, I have been enjoying the things I missed with early morning training runs.
My arm starting blistering/oozing at work last Wednesday and I took thyself to the nearest Minute Clinic Thursday.
So cross your fingers and toes for me if you are reading this Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning--let's hope that good news awaits me from the Boston front!