I want to want to run for hours at a time again. I look at half marathon times and can’t remember the last time I ran over an hour. Heck, an hour and half sounds nice. Of course that doesn’t go well when you don’t run. Instead I’m excited when I hold a sub 10 minute pace on a four mile run. I could blame the never ending winter. I could blame the rain. I shouldn’t blame any of it. It’s not that I’m not running. It’s that I’m barely running. I’m completely apathetic about it. Eh, a run. Sleep is so much better. Being warm is so much better. I am not running the Wisconsin Half, which would be flat out stupid. I thought I would be sad. I’m not. I think I’ll volunteer and cheer for my friends. I already have the time schedule away. Maybe it will motivate me to get off my ass and run more often. I need it to not feel like a chore.
Ragnar is something like seven weeks away and I will not be horribly out of shape for it. That is decided. And the excitement is starting. We have a full team again. It’s been crazy, kind of like the first year, with people dropping and adding, but I think we have ended up with a good team. Over half of us have done multiple Ragnars. While I desperately want it to get warmer I really, really don’t want it to be a thousand degrees for Ragnar again. I just couldn’t handle it. That was miserable and flat out unsafe. I’m just glad that the excitement is building. I know it will be fun no matter what. I know it will be another adventure. I know there will be something that annoys the hell out of me and I will forget about it a month later. I know I will be tired. I know I will recover.
Also, I wish I were still on vacation where it was warm.