I am going to start with a statement saying that I am utterly sickened and saddened by the tragedy at the Boston Marathon. It is horrible for anyone involved...especially for those who were injured. I don't want to downplay the suffering of those people. I pray for everyone involved for healing, emotionally and mentally. However, my heart goes out to the people who have long held the Boston Marathon as the holy grail of running. The people that have trained, qualified and taken the time off work and money out of their savings to run in it this year. They pushed for their dream and unless they crossed the finish line before the 4 hour mark, they had their dreams dashed. Yes, I (and they) can be positive and say "they still have their lives and they still have their legs' and that is so very true. But I know how it feels to have a dream crushed and my heart goes out to them.
Running. So I've been running. Today I upped my mileage. I'm up to an official 5K in length. This morning I ran at my comfortable slow pace. I knew I was adding mileage and I figured finishing it was the main goal....not increasing speed.
The scary thing about running? On the days that I don't run I think about it and long for it. Last night I was getting ready to go to zumba and part of me wanted to ditch zumba and go for a run instead. I didn't.....zumba is good. It's a good social outlet and it's good for different parts of my body. But I'm starting to long to run. Hmmmmm am I starting to actually like to run?
