This morning, my schedule called for 8 miles of hills. I had plans to go to the Giants game tonight, so I had to knock it out this morning.
I was mostly adjusted to morning running, but my runs keep going and getting longer on me. Seven miles one day last week, runs of 8, 9 and 10 in upcoming weeks. Silly marathon. While those are technically “mid-distance” runs, they’re still pretty damn long for mid-week runs that need to be squeezed in with a full day of work and usually some sort of commitment after work.
I’m nervous about those long mid-week runs coming up in the next few weeks and how I’m going to get them in.
But I’m lucky. And I’m choosing to do this. Because I enjoy it, and because I know it will pay off on October 28.
Mike had surgery this morning. It’s worth it to him, he said, if he can run again after the surgery. He’ll be on crutches for a few weeks and then have some physical therapy after that.
So I ran for him this morning.
On sore, heavy, tired legs, telling myself to STFU and just run up to the park and get my hill training in.
Who do you run for?