Hope creeps in…
Yes, at heart I suppose I am an optimist. I should be conditioned to expect the worst. My plan is always to try to protect my heart. But in the end I throw it out there – throw me out there - and trust that, no matter how many times I get clobbered, even one minute of joy makes it worth the while. Maybe I’m not an optimist so much as a hopeless romantic. But, really, what’s so hopeless about that?
So you see, I am running. And it makes my heart swell just thinking about it. And so far, I have had no pain – not a bit. And I’m going very slow, and very easy, and I am resigned to being in the cheering section for the Boilermaker, but I am giving my heart over entirely to starting official MCM training next week. And, with me, you know, my lower extremities could simply just spontaneously combust at any moment, but I can’t sit around anticipating that. I can’t trudge through my long, slow 4 miles and wonder all the while where the other 22 are going to come from. I just gotta follow my bliss. Again.
Comment by Jack
Friday June 23 2006 @ 1:46 am
Hi Lara,
Glad to hear you are moving forward. Did you ever consider just doing the Boilermaker as a nice slow training long run or even as a run/walk? It might be fun…