I am technically way behind schedule in my training. I knew I’d be on a “break” when we went on vacation. I, of course, couldn’t know that I’d immediately get so sick and be on a forced “break” for another few weeks. (Darn that bronchitis.) My runs aren’t what they were before getting sick. My times are a tad poopy. I’m squeezing in my run each night at about 8:30 or 9…at the gym…on the treadmill because that’s the only time I have with our crazy life.
Each night when I get home my husband asks me how things went. I can’t help but smile and say, “really good” because despite all that I listed above, and maybe because of all that I listed above, I’m proud of even the small accomplishments.
By golly, I’m enjoying myself. THAT is why I run.