Spring is my absolute favorite time of year for running. There is finally a warm breeze in the air, and all the trees are starting to look green again. Speaking of green, for my March race, I chose to do the Publix Atlanta Half Marathon on St. Patrick’s Day. The last time this race fell on this day was in 2013, and that was part of the reason we fell in love with it. It is already a fun holiday, but to be able to spend it doing the thing I love made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
I did not train as hard as could have for this race. In my mind, I have run a few marathons and countless half marathons, so this should have been a piece of cake. I am still waiting for that piece of cake. In the weeks leading up to race day, I had done only a couple of long runs and then took a two-week break from running altogether. To be honest, my heart was not in it, and I did not want to run just because I had to. I knew at some point that I would want to start back again. And I did just a week after the half marathon. I am running on a more normal schedule now, about 3-4 days a week.
I think it is normal for everyone to lose interest from time to time in doing what we love and what we know is good for us. We let the hustle and bustle of life and our competing priorities get in the way of the fun stuff. Taking the time to write this short post, even if it’s just me rambling on, has made me feel more grounded and happy.