It rained for the 2014 Wine and Dine, it rained during all my long runs for Dopey 2015 and at Dopey, and then it rained for like 3/4 of my races in 2015, including Marathon du Medoc. I am over rain. I’m not running in rain this year.
Tuesdays on the Run hosted by No-Guilt Life, MCM Momma, and Marcia’s Healthy Slice is all about race dreams today. Stop on by the LinkUp and read everyone’s crazy race dreams. I have very vivid dreams, many of which are long dystopian sagas that if I bothered to write down might become the next Twilight (but better). While I don’t have stress dreams the night, or week, before a race, there is one race dream I have had multiple times over the last couple of years, always slightly different, but generally follows the same story line. The timing of it doesn’t fall particularly close to any race or even during a tough training period. Perhaps it has to do with my choice of varietal with dinner, who knows?
Yesterday morning, while so many of my friends were celebrating an amazing accomplishment with the final race of Dopey, I was at the vet with Le Mops. What had started three weeks ago as an ear infection had suddenly turned quite serious, he woke up unable to walk. This wasn’t a slow, gradual leading up to his lameness. He could walk Saturday. He couldn’t walk Sunday. I have so many thoughts about what caused this, including the rimadyl he was prescribed Monday. The vet had other ideas. He was checked into the animal hospital. That set the tone of the day. I took a nap, but mostly just sat around sad.
It’s January and I’m already writing this. It took a while in 2016, to say the least. I don’t set goals, choosing instead to live with intent and meaning, but I do shift my focus each year as far as running is concerned. Here I go: what will I be focusing on with my running in 2016?
Why being an Ambassador helped me decide not to run the Seattle Marathon. This year has been a serious of unfortunate events, and they haven’t stopped yet. I didn’t run the Seattle Marathon. It broke my heart a little.
I am bad with rules. One of the many reasons why running has stuck longer than any other “sport” for me. I am also not one for unnecessary effort, and with running I only let myself down, so I only have to put the amount of effort in that I want to right at that moment. Running and laziness may seem like they don’t go together, but bear with me for a moment.
