Last night I ran 7 miles, (it was supposed to be 12mi, but I shuffled that to today) tonight I ran 10, and tomorrow will be 8. Obviously, I was two short tonight. I probably could have managed them, but I had no idea how far I had run. I plotted a course on mapmyrun.com before heading out, but didn't stick to it because the wind was insane and I chickened out. These days those first few miles are killer and I'm easily deterred until I hit my groove (4mi maybe- not sure). This whole long distance runner mindset is new to me and really odd- my entire running life (until now) has consisted of going all out on those first few miles and dragging butt for the remainder. Yet another reason I need a running partner. By the way, I took the Ipod along and played the Paste #42 CD sampler that arrived in the mail yesterday. I'm still digesting issue #s 40 & 41. So far, I think I like the Weepies and Tift Merritt.
So I'm getting into better shape than I was before, (when I ran only sporadically and went for much shorter runs) and I'm worried that after the marathon is over and I cut back- Way back, I'll be in worse shape than before all this running and with bum knees and hips and all to boot. That's been faintly haunting me lately. Take Oprah, for example, she ran a marathon and was skinny Oprah for awhile. Now she's not skinny Oprah anymore. She still looks good, but she has a stylist and a makeup artist and a chef. I just have two boys who tear up the house whenever I take time for personal hygiene. Someone tell me that I'm way off base here and come fall I won't turn into fat Oprah. AND, for crying out loud, I Still need book suggestions. Love you all, Sara