We’ve been spoiled with incredible weather this week in Portland. Clear blue skies, sunshine and temperatures in the 50s.
By one o’clock today I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted to be out in it. Ignoring email and work, I laced up my running shoes, booked out the front door and ran hard for about five blocks before my mind reminded my body, Hey hot shot, you’re out of shape, remember? – you need to go back to your 11 minute mile before you hurt yourself.
I shuffled through the remainder of my three mile run down our neighborhood streets dreaming about getting back into shape and running another marathon. I haven’t trained or ran in a race since before I was pregnant with Carson, and lately I’ve been thinking a lot about getting out there again.
I emailed my old running partner with much enthusiasm about running the Portland Marathon this fall and she suggested getting back in the saddle with something a little less ambitious. Like the Helvetia Half. Voice of reason. So I’m making my proclamation, blogland. On June 12th, I’m doing it! Maybe I can get Jason to join me. Eight years ago this was the first race we ran together. Plus, there’s the promise of Helvetia Tavern Burgers at the finish line.
My last race: Photo taken after finishing the Mt Hood Pacific Crest Trail Ultramarathon, July 2005.