Miles 61-64: Back on Track

Why hello, friends! So good to write to you again.

I, uh, ahem, er, yeah. I kind of went AWOL for a bit there. February was a strange month - most notably, strangely pathetic in the running and blogging department. Eight blogs entries with only four dedicated to running means is even a ridiculously piss-poor attempt at "dedicated change" even for me, the admitted procrastinator and rationalizer.

Granted, I had the dark moment where I accepted the fact that I was dealing with shin splints. But I also had an incredibly happy weekend with my sister and her fiance in Dallas. Ending February at only 60 miles out of 1111, when, if you're keeping track, I should be at 180 (!) is an especially bad showing. 33% is a failing grade, no matter how steep the curve.

So it's now March. It's been warming up steadily here in North Carolina over the last several weeks and I'm pretty startled to see my daffodils and hyacinths already blooming. We finally had some rain last night in the form of a terrific thunderstorm that left today clear, crisp, and smelling slightly of damp earth.

I arrived home a little earlier than usual and James was so kind to wait for me to change. We ran four relatively fast miles together and I am happy to note that my crosstraining is paying off. February's mileage might have sucked, but I kept up at the gym and I'm reaping the benefits from spinning and weight lifting in the form of good posture and strong legs.

Saturday we head to Morehead City for the Crystal Coast Half-Marathon (James and friend David are running) and 5K (myself and David's wife Glenna are running). With any luck, we'll have gorgeous weather and no precipitation. I don't have a goal for this race except to stick by Glenna's side as she shoots for her first attempt at a straight-through 5K run.

Miles 61-64: 35 minutes with the husband, rededicating myself to The Plan.