I need to start running again. The weather is warming up (not that it ever got that cold, but it was still cold enough for me to want to stay inside), and even though the mornings are dark again, that won’t last long. I ran a couple miles with Roxy last week, and my legs were a little surprised. Impact? Hills? What is this? The gym doesn’t have such things. Jess is training for a 5K, and I promised to run with her, and if I don’t get my ass back outside, she’s going to leave me in her dust. We can’t have that. (This is not about being competitive – it’s about running together.)
The other day, someone asked me if I planned to run the Army Ten-Miler again. I hadn’t thought about it at all, and now that I have, I’m really not sure if I want to. I do want to be able to run that far (or farther) again, and I can see how it helps to have an actual goal to shoot for, a race you HAVE to finish, but the logistics of getting there to pick up our packets the day before and then getting there again that morning and leaving our stuff and parking and the (oh-so-painful) trek back to the car when it was over were such a pain in the ass… I like races, I like the crowds (of runners and spectators), and if there’s a 10-mile race closer to me, I’d be more inclined to do it, I think. It’s cool to run on the streets of DC, but I wasn’t exactly enjoying it. I was barely aware of it, so maybe it’s lost on me.
I’ll have to think about it.