The Wall Has Legs!

It's the weekend! Yay! I tried sleeping in, but my sister was running a half marathon without me and I was experiencing race anxiety. It was pretty weird, had to wait an hour to call her (different time zones) to see how she was doing on her race prep and wish her luck.

We talked for a bit and I told her to call me when she'd finished. She was hoping for a 2 hr 40 min finish. Alack, my wall seems to have traveled halfway across the state because she hit it this time. I hope this means the wall is heading on down to Memphis and not back into my hills.

When I tried to explain the feeling of being unable to run last weekend, she didn't get it. She does now. For her, it was terrible foot pain and puking along the race course (TMI?). She still finished in 3 hours, but it was 20 minutes short of her goal. Last week the bitter cold defeated me; the weather was also her downfall.

When we talked this morning, she was concerned about the weather. The forecast was calling for highs in the mid-50's around noon. Pants, long sleeve shirt, windbreaker. That should have been fine. Alack! Never trust a weatherman! Those evil pudgy-faced liars! At noon it was 70 degrees. Yay for playing! Boo for running! As her warm weather is heading my way in the morning...

I have no idea what the hell I'm going to wear on the 20 miler. I'm already pretty freaked out by this distance. Just thinking about it makes my feet hurt and knees creak.

Now is not the time for negativity. The sun is shining, the weather is beautiful and I think it's time for a walk, even if I can't get anyone to go with me.