Wuss-out Wednesday follows Tired Tuesday, we all know that. If you didn’t know, you do now. I’m going to blame the weather.
I think I am!
I took a walk this morning but did not run after work. I ran yesterday for three miles, thinking it would be my last long run before the Boilermaker 15K. I hope to walk every day and have one or two short runs in the next three days. Only three day? Yikes!
Now is about the time I ask myself why I signed up for this silly race anyways. I should perhaps mention that this has happened to me every time I have run the Boilermaker (can’t remember how many times that is; I would have to count my Boilermaker glasses). This year, of course, everything is different.
It seems I had some good reasons when I signed up. I do not currently remember them. I registered pretty much the minute registration opened. A short time later the palliative care nurse called me and said we had to talk. I know what palliative care is (my sisters had to look it up). Thus started a very bad time in my life.
So this year my running the 15K feels all tied up in my grief and depression over my husband’s death. I don’t know that I think something magical is going to happen as I cross the finish line. I think mostly I feel grateful that the race gave me motivation to keep running. Exercise has helped me a lot.
I guess I have not entirely wussed out today, as I see I am over 250 words. Perhaps tomorrow I will take one of those shorter runs I mentioned and attempt a Running Commentary Post. It is All Boilermaker All The Time Week after all.
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