I falter in between “this is my new normal” to “I will get that sub-4 soon.” It really just depends on the day.
Some days I feel strong and have a good run.
Some days my knee is sore from just walking around.
I scroll through Instagram and see runners who are reaching and crushing their running goals. I am happy for them. There is also a twinge of jealousy.
I don’t want to be the jealous person. I want to be the supportive person.
I’m running a half-marathon in a week-and-a-half.
It’s a weird feeling. A part of me feels like I shouldn’t do it. That I am not ready.
Let’s be real. My longest run is this weekend and is only slated to be ~7.5 miles. (With only increasing 10-30 percent a week, this is as far as I have come).
I know I’ll be able to finish the race. I also am not looking to hit a certain time. I originally signed up with my cousin back in the fall — before I re-worked through this injury, yet again.
This will be her first half marathon so I am looking forward to just celebrating this milestone with her. (Regardless of whether or not I am able to keep up!)