Tonight I felt good about my run for the first time in a few weeks. It was a short one...a little over three miles...but it felt good. My hip still hurts...icing it now...but tonight just felt good.
Don't get me wrong, it was still tough. I had to continue to remind myself why I run, which may have been what made it feel so good. Over and over in my mind: "I run because I'm 33 and my dad started with heart trouble in his mid thirties (died at 38)." "I run because I'm blessed with the ability to do so and so many others aren't." "I run because I'm training to run a half marathon in support of sweet little beauties with cancer that don't have the same ability (by the way, have to throw in my fundraising pitch :) You can click here to sponsor my half and donate to St. Jude)." "I run because I love my body and I want to take care of it." Over and over...this was what was running through my mind as I was running down the street.
I'm a little over two months away from the big race. Hoping for another good run tomorrow and then upping to seven miles on Saturday. Holy smokes! SEVEN miles. That's insane!