REEEEESSSTTT DAY
I still woke up early but managed to convince my body to go back to bed. By the time 6:24am rolled around I woke from some crazy dream about John B. painting a mural at a place I at pasta. Go figure.
Tomorrow is marathon pace work out day. Also a ice storm rolling in (maybe). It's not coming in until later so I'm not that worried.
I am starting to wonder if I will ever know what it feels like to wear shorts again. Or a sweat band. Or run as the light is dawning.
I keep reminding myself that February is a short month as though it is some kind of consolation.
Running helped drive the winter blues away in years past and it seems to be at least mitigating the mental battle against winter pretty well so far. I'm not sure I embrace it like I did in years past, my gusto is more tempered, but it still fell pretty tough getting up everyday like this. I know it's crazy, but it is also a gift get to do it.
81 days until the Marathon. 12 more weeks. Still seems pretty far away, but that also means I'm already a third of the way through the training. Some people with more experience and better condition than mine might just be starting right now. I think I might have been able to pull that off if it were summer, but here in the winter I needed to be lulled into the rhythm by the slightly more tolerable days of December and early January.