Running Wogging & the Glass Half Full

Now I know why my friends are running an actual race . It's not that they enjoy the thrill of a 3 hour drive. Nor the expense of gas, food, lodging, entry fees. (I figured it would take about $300 to get this race done- more, if family tags along) After my run Saturday , I burst into the house, thrilled with my personal achievement, only to find that life doesn't stop just because you ran. Family was hungry. Laundry. Ironing. (a week long request from my hubby that I'd been in denial about needing to do) Vacuuming. They tell you about a runner's high- but nothing about the low- Coming down from that run was rough. I wanted to scream- "don't you know I just ran 14.32 miles people!" Lots of secret tears- That is why a bona-fide race would make it so much better. You're surrounded by people who 'get it', and away from the responsibilities that are seemingly never done. It is ideal. But I will most likely never run in one. Why? It is just not in ...

Saturday, October 1st, 2011 I ran my 13.1 The night before, the excitement was almost unbearable. Sick to my stomach excited. Pep talking my way through the course in my mind, I wandered through my day almost in a fog. But this morning, I was calm. No emotion. This has happened to me before, and last time flat scared me. It didn't scare me this time, though, just a feeling of nothingness. I ate granola, drank a small Gatorade, water. I stuffed my pockets with fruit snacks, baby juice box in my compression shirt. Two more juice boxes would be stashed along the first leg of my run to find at the end. warm up walk out the neighborhood- It is 5:35- It is dark. All week long I'd mulled over a route for this run. Then yesterday night I realized I wasn't planning for the dark... I was in denial. I even googled the sunrise, and found the sun wouldn't even begin to show it's face 'til after 6:30, with an official rise after 7. College and High s...