Dear God. I have no words for how insane the last month has been. Pretty much the minute I hit "post" on the last entry, I completely fell out of the running groove again. For the most part I blame that on the schedule of events taking place in my life for the past several weeks...I've just been in a permanent state of busyness (is that a word? I almost spelled it with an "i" and then realized that is BUSINESS, a very different word than what I'm looking for, and then started hearing ludacris singing BIZNASS in my mind.....this is why I shouldn't drink coffee at 9 pm) and have been letting little things get in the way and/or telling myself I'll run the treadmill but in reality not really letting that pan out.
July is normally a crazy month for me thanks to the stork having delivered myself and both of my sisters within three weeks of one another. Throw in my dad's birthday and you have four family birthdays in July, resulting in GIANT meals every 7-10 days, followed with copious amounts of cake and ice cream and booze. Toss in visits from friends, family, a 21st birthday celebration, a 36 hour weekend trip to DC, and you have my current state of permanent fullness and a complete lack of running stamina. It's been so hot and humid, so I've been trying to run on the treadmill. Always a bad idea, I hate the treadmill more than anything, and get so bored that I crank it up to 7.8 at a 2.0 incline and tell myself that .80 miles at that completely unmanageable pace is equivalent to the six mile runs I was cranking out several weeks ago. Uh, not quite.
So! After talking with Ange, we agreed we were on the same page with needing to re-commit to our illegitimate love child, aka long-distance running. I am signed up for a half marathon in November, and am attempting to peer pressure Ange to do it with me...at the bare minimum she's doing the training with me. We have deemed this the "Corporate Challenge." No particular reason (although we both are employed by corporations of some sort, so that part seemed fitting), but we do better when we have plans that have names. It makes it seem more legit. So here we go...back at it and attempting to regain where we once were. G2 and ice baths, here I come.
Tomorrow: the training program. Get excited, people. Get excited.