I survived the death plague, or what others called it, a bad spring cold. What it really meant is I didn’t run for two weeks. I could barely walk up and down the stairs without being horribly winded. I did run the South Shore half two weeks ago. That wasn’t fun.
I had lofty goals for the Wisconsin Half when I registered. I wanted to break the elusive 1:50 barrier and I have not let go of that goal, I have just delayed it for another race (of course I have more races planned). I am in no shape to run that pace right now. Between being lazy and being sick it would be stupid to even try.
At least mother nature has finally decided to give us a peek into spring. Rosie and I had a lovely run by the lake yesterday and I remembered everything I love about running.
My Wisconsin Half plans are have fun, cheer for friends and enjoy the weekend with my visiting friend. We’ll run a half marathon on Saturday morning and then eat and drink our way through Milwaukee. It’s the only way I know how to show visitors a good time. 🙂
I have actual time ideas right now, but don’t want to overthink it. I have 10 days to figure out what to do on race day and knowing me I’ll decide on the drive down to Kenosha.
I mean I did. I’m not frozen somewhere, but my running didn’t. I did good for a long time. I ran in circles at the Pettit. I ran on the treadmill. I wore 28 layers and ran outside. And then I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t handle more cold runs. I had a little mental breakdown over the weather. I hate that it got to me. I hate that I have basically thrown my spring goal out the window, but that’s life. I don’t hate running. I’m not giving up.
I’m still running a half this weekend and another one in a month. I’m not worried about the distance. I just have no idea how long it’s going to take me to run 13.1 miles. I can guess, but who knows what my legs are going to say once I get out there. I keep adding to my Races for the year so clearly need to do something.
Instead of running I have been enjoying the best sporting event of the year, March Madness. This year has been special, really special. My Badgers are in the Final Four and as I told my brother, I’m a giddy idiot about it.
I have no desire to count up my miles for March because I know it’s a depressing number, but I just don’t care. I had an awesome month that started in Italy with my brother and ended with my team making the Final Four, and lots of crazy/fun adventures in between.