I haven’t run since the race last Sunday, and I am slightly sore, slightly achy, and absolutely eating like a damn pig.
Apparently, I am one of those people who needs a goal. I am so proud of myself for what I have done, and yet, I find myself looking ahead and thinking “what’s next?”
We’re definitely registering for another program to train for the marathon. It is just something I want to do, have wanted to do for some type, and if I am going to do it before I hit 30, I definitely need to get off my ass (pardon le francais).
In non-running news, my husband’s business is really dependent on the local economy, so we are re-evaluating some of our other life plans/goals. We own a lot we had planned to build on, but I think we are both way too nervous about money to do that at this point. Of course, we will lose money if we sell it (the lot). And, we are pretty much going to burst out of our current, tiny little house.
I am a girl who needs a plan. Not knowing and not having as many options as I would like is not something I enjoy. I have not been very fun to live with this week. I am hoping an easy 4 mile run cures it all this afternoon.