I jumped out after work, not thrilled to be running, a little anxious about how my legs would feel. I did well and the 45 degree air felt perfect with my layers. I ran less than 150 feet and fell down. Granted, I attempted to run in the awkward icy patch of grass mountain between the office parking lot and Starbucks, and now I proudly have a huge swollen hip. I actually teared up. I'm not sure if it was the pain or feeling of defeat before I started. I'm all better now though with ice resting on me.
One tough thing that first time marathoners struggle with, and I am no exception, vets are reminding me of is that training is one day at a time.
And I leave you with these wonderful comics provided to me by Miss Karen McGrath. Thanks Karen! You're the best!




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