Here’s what I’d like to tell you about my training for the Country Music Half Marathon:
- My short 30 minute runs during the week are almost effortless. My lungs are strong and my legs feel like they’re getting tickled with marshmallows.
- My long runs on the weekend are a bit of a struggle, but for some reason I magically hear the Chariots of Fire music in my head and it pushes me to try harder
I’d like to tell you that if you were to chart my progress on a graph, it would be a nice smooth upward slope.
I’d like to tell you those things, but if I did I wouldn’t be telling the truth.
Training is pretty miserable right now. It’s been this way for about two weeks.
On Monday night, for example, it was all I could do to keep myself moving in some combination of running and walking for 30 minutes. My body wasn’t with me, and I couldn’t will myself to run the full 30 minutes. I couldn’t will myself to run longer than six minutes at first.
If you were to actually chart my progress on a graph, you’d see peaks and valleys. Oh, the peaks and valleys.
I’m just hoping that being in a valley right now means there’s a peak waiting around the bend for me.