Although I want to run in Boston next year, this goal is slowly killing my love for running. I normally become excited on my long run days; it was formerly a treat that I looked forward to all week. Ever since I placed a time stipulation on these long runs, I've started dreading the work out and I even stopped noticing things. I discovered the amazing flowering bushes in favorite nooks around campus are already past their prime, which I didn't even notice when they first bloomed. I noticed people actually looking at me today, with a faint trace of a smile on their faces. Two lovely gentlemen even offered encouragement when I looked their way - one guy was particularly creative and partially flirtatious in his approach. He looked at his watch, said that he can't wait around for me all day and that I looked as though I could definitely pick up the pace. When I saw him again after the turnaround, he gave me the standard, looking good and wished me a good day.
The universe gave me it's blessing with my decision to disregard time for my long runs by having a turtle cross my path. They say that turtles are slow creatures, but this guy was probably the fastest turtle in all of Central Jersey, and a rather lucky one too. He lives by a wild purple daisy. There aren't that many wild daisies around these parts, and certainly even fewer purple ones.
So yes, I have come to terms with my decision. I'll still do the prescribed speed work and tempo runs, but I'm reclaiming my long distance days. It's no big deal if I don't make it to Boston in 2008, it will happen when it happens. Perhaps my body and mind just isn't prepared to go for it right now, which is completely acceptable.
So here are today's stats ...
and I was craving a cantaloupe Italian Ice from The Lemon Ice King of Corona during the ENTIRE run.
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