Why not choose the eve of National Running Day to begin seriously contemplating my decision to run a full? I am SUCH a procrastinator. About everything. My absolute fear of hurting myself may very well be what it takes to make sure I'm not this time. So, after completing 4 half marathons in the last year, my desire to go on is finally getting the best of me, just in time to be challenged to sign up for the Phoenix Rock 'n' Roll in January. 6/1/10-rainy, of course. I don't yet hate the rain, but it's really starting to wear on me. And how does that old adage go? If it's not raining it's not training. And honestly, if I only ever waited for good weather I would have a very narrow window of opportunity each week so I had better get used to it now. So by wasting too much time on Facebook (yet again) I think I missed the part where it actually let up after I got home, so I didn't head out until after 6:30. All I ate was a granola bar, that would haunt me later. I am not good about monitoring what I eat before I run, add that to the list of things to track. I thought I would be generous and let Seamus pick the direction once we hit the intersection, so it was my own fault that he chose to go up the big hill first rather than at the end, ugh. My legs felt like lead weights, that's what I get for doing all those stairs on Sunday and boy could I feel it today. The rain never hit the torrential level, for that I am grateful. However, there was enough of it that the slugs sure came out in full force. The black ones had already grossed me out, but today's special treat was seeing my first banana slug. Puke. I just know I'm going to slip on one someday, and go flailing across the sidewalk and suffer my first broken bone. Maybe if I just don't run in the dark; I'll have to re-evaluate this when winter comes and in the meantime be grateful for all of the daylight (if not sunlight) that's here now. I ended up walking just a bit, and for that I was mad at myself, but for the life of me the stupid trail feels like it's uphill in both directions. At least I used the time to work with Seamus on following directives while off-leash, so that was encouraging. He will have forgotten by morning, but should have it down by January.
Final tally: 3.97mi (turned around once I hit the BPA trail), 37:57.77, 9:34 pace.
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