Running from bears

I just can’t seem to bring myself to blog.  Part of me has been waiting for the perfect time to write the perfect blog.  I do have a few brain cells and I know that time nor that perfect blog will come.  Then part of me thinks that I really haven’t been doing anything fabulous or noteworthy enough to share.  And while the part of “fabulous or noteworthy” is true, it’s rather negative to think it doesn’t need to be shared.  And really, I’ve been quite selfish in not sharing all the mundane that has been going on in my life.  I ask for your forgiveness.  Please and thank you. J

I have been whining for a long time about wanting to join a running group. The one group that runs weekly here as part of our local running/walking group…well it was always at a time that didn’t work for me.  Then there was the day when I discovered that the pace they run is ridiculously faster than what I run, unless I’m trying to prevent myself from getting eaten by a bear.   Not that I’ve had to run under that kind of duress, but I do think I could out run a bear…a small bear, with three legs, and the bear is blind, and has lost it’s sense of smell.  Yes, I have thought this out.  And no, keep your phone number for the therapist you were going to recommend.  Do not want.

Finally, a glimmer of running light appeared when there was mention of starting another slower paced running group.  We met for the first time a week ago and then last night.  My 12 year old daughter, who has been showing more of an interest in running (TRY NOT TO GET TOO EXCITED MOM!) tagged along too.  We got out of the car the first night and approached the small group of runners gathered.  First thing out of my mouth was, “Hey, I recognize you guys and you are NOT the slower runners!”  They were there to meet and greet and take us around the 2.6 mile trail.  They had already run 13 miles or so, ran three to meet us, and would run 21 miles back to their cars.  Or something like that.  No big deal.  One other lady showed up and I was soooo happy to see her.  I hope I didn’t scare her when I pleadingly asked if she was going to come next week.  My hopes for this running group are purely social as I will still be getting in my 4-5 three miles in the morning.  I’m excited.  More people will come.  I’m sure of it!

So um, to sum things up, I have been running and doing stuff.  I can’t believe May is here.  I should be counting the times I hear today, “I can’t believe May is already here!”  Can you believe it?  This month is my last month before I officially start my marathon training plan.  My focus this month is to beef up the weights in hopes to shed a few pounds before June.  I just don’t like cutting calories during marathon training.

236 days left until Christmas.

You are welcome!

Yeah, this is more like it for me.