Last week I started structured training for numero dos. So far it's been great. The weather has been unusually clear, so I've been able to run outside on my lunch break and get some sorely-needed vitamin D. My run on Saturday was pretty godawful though. The Gorge wind was blowing something fierce, and on the way out I was running directly into it. Like running in a wind tunnel. When I first turned into it I seriously considered running over to the gym and finishing up there. But it was sunny! It's never sunny. I convinced myself that it was a good re-introduction to the miseries of training. And suffering builds character. And on the way back I'd be getting pushed forward instead of back, so it would all even out in the end. Right? Not exactly. But I did get through it, and it's been added to the pile of "Runs That Are Suffered Through Because You Never Know What The Conditions Will Be On Race Day."
So far, training has been much easier the second time around. I started upping my mileage back in December, and I haven't had any aches and pains yet. I was reading through my entries from the beginning of training last year and remembering how I used to be in noticeable discomfort the first few miles of most runs. Ugh. Much better this year. It's also nice to know, of course, that I CAN do it.
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