Once again, my running added up to a big, fat goose egg this week. I am absolutely loving my internship as a school district PT, and working with the kids all day feels more like play than work, but it is wearing me out. Especially the 60 minute commute… each way.
However, I’m starting to get the beginnings of my running mojo back. This weekend, I went down to Eugene to cheer on several friends and teammates as they ran the half and full marathons down there. I was originally going to run the full… then the half… and then it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen. I’ll be honest: there were a few moments on Thursday and Friday where I gave some fleeting thought to running the half anyway (as I had registered months ago), but that thought was quickly followed by the realization that 13.1 miles is a long, long way to walk. As much as I wanted to be on that course, there’s absolutely no way it was going to happen in any way that wouldn’t have me completely hating life by mile 7. So I went down and worked cheer patrol instead.
And you know what? I had a blast. Several other women from the Oiselle family came down to cheer, and there was a whole slew of us right at mile 26, bringing in the full marathon runners. I was also able to see several friends and teammates at mile 8.5 and at the finish of the half marathon. Some ladies had great races. Some didn’t. But we all got to spend a wonderful weekend together regardless.
Am I still sad that I didn’t run? You betcha. But I don’t regret taking the trip down even one little bit. After all, someone has to be on the sidelines to cheer everyone on, right?