Friday morning was day three in a row of not wanting to run. Seriously, I wanted to go home from school drop offs and help myself to a cup of coffee with a little something extra *cough*Frangelico*cough* and a donut. Luckily, I had a running date planned. My twitter buddy from down the street and I were planning to do 4-5 miles. I didn’t want to and I may have given some attitude and whined a whole lot at the beginning (sorry, Bill), but I wasn’t going to stand up a friend. The first three miles
involved a lot of complaining were mostly downhill and weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, it was not possible to stay at the bottom of the hill. So, we trudged (ok, he ran, I trudged) our way back up. Somewhere around mile 5, the endorphins kicked in and suddenly I wanted to run. So, we kept going. And going. Finally, at just over 7 miles, I ran out of time, so we sprinted back to my house. We ended up with 7.4 miles in about 1:15 and I could have easily run another few miles.
After our run, I started thinking that maybe it was time to train for a half marathon again. And that maybe my new friend should train with me. (I probably ought to ask his opinion of that). Then I really wanted to run on Sunday. I even squeezed it in, despite my cake making adventures for Jones’ birthday party that evening. I had an awesome 4.5 mile run. I did some quarter mile intervals at a 7:45 pace and about a mile at 8:45, with all the rest coming in at about 9:45.
Then Sunday at Jones’ party, one of my close mommy running friends mentioned a possible spring marathon. She has always run Boston and has decided not to in 2011. So, she was telling me about this laid back marathon in NJ that she might do in March. And how she might just run it easy and have fun. And somehow the words “would you want to pace me to a sub-4:30?” came out of my mouth.
No. I am not going there again. I’m not. Seriously. But is this how women manage to have big families? You forget the pain of childbirth and suddenly the hormones hit and you want another kid? Have I ALREADY forgotten how much I don’t like marathon training? Already? Seems like that memory really ought to last a bit longer.