My darling husband and I were talking yesterday as I limped home from a run. I made it two miles in, only to trip on the sidewalk and bite it seven-year-old style. Thank goodness for capri length running leggings or I’d have the skinned knees to go with the bruised ego today. He was reminding me that I was doing well with running. I kindly countered that our running has dropped off since the completion of his relay race in March. It’s hard to run a lot without a race on the radar.
So here we are. No races scheduled until November. We’re signing up for the Vegas 10k on the Strip at night. It will be awesome. But it’s a long way away. We’re heading into a warmer time of the year and I don’t really want to have to fly anywhere to race. I just missed signing up for the LA Halloween Half Marathon, but I also don’t really want to do 13.1 miles followed by 6.2 just two weeks later. I’m not that big of a glutton for punishment.
I’m going to keep looking for some nearish races, hopefully on or near the beach for temperature help, but I need something for now. I need something to help me lace up my shoes without a race on the horizon. Yesterday, as I eased my bruised pride into a chair, I decided that the least I can do is run a mile every day this month.
My idea was born. It’s not a new one. I’m going to run every day this month. At least one mile. Hopefully more most days. But, at the least I want a mile of steady footfalls and accelerated breathing. Every day.