Today started off WEEK 5 of training...my kiddos were gone on vacation with their grandparents, so I thought that I would get up and make a couple eggs and toast before my planned run of 5 miles. No biggie.
I let breakfast settle, it was just enough of take away my hunger but not leave me too full. I stretched and headed out on my planned route. To warm up, I always walk the first 0.10 miles - I know exactly where it is and go from there. I was walking down the street and got a few waves from friends and people I know...always a good start to the day. As I started running, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, not a good feeling! I reminded myself that I cannot walk for more than 0.1 miles for each mile - so I kept at it, running a VERY slow pace. My map on my phone dinged at the mile mark, told me my splits and I walked...that walk was needed. I tried to do a little more stretching...ugh! Nothing! Back to running and I had to walk again sooner than I wanted...this routine continued for a majority of my run.
I had quite a few waves, some older ladies and gentlemen up at the track at the park giving encouragement and small talk as we passed - keeping my mind on running, not how bad my run was or how heavy my legs felt. Mind over matter....
Then, it all went south. I left the park track and started to head home, not quite at 4 miles, but I was ok with shortening my run today. As I left, I walked a bit, then started running and turned a corner (literally, not figuratively) and there was a gal getting in her car. I nodded and waved, like I had to so many others on my run. She smirked - ok, fine, whatever. I heard her get in the car, start it and rev up the engine. Next thing I know, she's swerving onto my side of the street (I always run against traffic so I can see them coming and she was headed in the same direction as me), and through her open window, she giggles and yells "Run Forrest, RUN! Maybe if you run a little faster, you'll get rid of that jiggle!" and she continued to giggle as she drove away towards the stop sign. I was a little worried as I got to the intersection and had to wait for the same traffic she was - luckily nothing was said, but as I started to cross the street, she quickly cut me off (it is a T intersection and we were turning opposite directions).
I finished my run, not saying anything...not happy, but determined to shake it off. I got home and texted my husband and one of my friends that is training for the same half, they were appalled. After showering, I wrote up a Facebook post and many of my friends supported me, lifted me up, and said exactly what I was thinking. Thank you to all those that give encouragement, share the road, and are there for me! I appreciate it!
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