A Long Run

I had to go to the bank today. I am probably one of the only people who says they are running to the bank, and then, literally, runs there. The bank is conveniently located a half a mile away. This would be appreciated by most, but I like to run to the bank and a half a mile doesn't give me a great workout. So, I took the five mile route home.

When I run, I like to take a lot of turns. It keeps me busy and I like the change of scenery. On my way back, I hated seeing the open road ahead with no place to turn for about a mile. As I was dreading the upcoming mile, I reminded myself that I had just ran a half marathon a month ago. Thirteen miles a month ago and now five is killing me. I couldn't help but think, "yea, I ran a half marathon a month ago. But Jeff was also living here with me a month ago!"

My life has readily changed this past month. Obviously the most life altering difference would be my husband living in another state. With that I had to move. I started school again, teaching a new grade none the less. And, thirteen miles has become a seemingly impossible run. Well, not impossible, but extremely painful.

While I am sad that my endurance has belittled so quickly, I like to think I at least have a legitimate excuse. I also have a very fond memory of my last long haul. A run through Times Square as my husband cheered me on! I'll be back there someday, probably not too long from today.