So lame I can't even think of a proper title

4/28-5/3: Mad resting (Maybe I took taper week too seriously...?)
5/4: Tacoma City Half Marathon. (2:05..9:31 pace)

I don't want to talk about it... Not just yet.

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5/5-5/16: Run-Rested Like A Boss

5/5: Rest
5/6: JM Ripped in 30. Level 1
5/7: Rest
5/8: Rest
5/9: JM Ripped in 30. Level 1
5/10: JM Ripped in 30. Level 1. 1 Mile, TM.
5/11: JM Ripped in 30. Level 1

5/12: JM Ripped in 30. Level 2
5/13: Rest. Family walk after dinner
5/14: JM Ripped in 30. Level 2
5/15: JM Ripped in 30. Level 2
5/16: JM Ripped in 30. Level 2
5/17: Run break, broken. 6 miles outside with D. 1:01. Easy and Enjoyable!
5/18: Rest

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Wait... what's going on? It's been a while, I can't remember what I'm supposed to be doing here.

Oh.

Yes.

Blabbing...

?

I mean.. BLOGGING. UGH

Not much has happened since the half. And by "not much", I mean, NOT MUCH RUNNING. This was my master plan, especially after a particularly sloggy Tacoma City Half. Give myself a run break, work on cleaning up my diet, strength training, and losing a few lbs in the process.

I'll write a full race recap in a bit but just thought I'd check in really quick to reassure you all (all 3, 4 of you?) that I have not yet given up on running, although the thought did cross my mind on May 4th specifically)

So, thing I owe you - a regular blog post, a race recap, and... that's a about it. Perhaps some sweaty race pics? That I can always guarantee.

How'd I get here...

4/14-4/20: Siiiiick . So siiiiick.

4/21-4/25: ? No idea

4/26: 6 miles, outside. 57+ min. 9:30-ish pace

4/27-present: Nada

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Wait.

Whahappen...

Oh. Yes, I got sick with the 2014 spring version of the Black Plague. I was laid out a week ago with body aches, fever and chills. This ended up derailing the end of my pseudo training, at the same time starting off my taper week(s?) with quite the bang. 

And now here I am, 4 days until the half. And I have run a total of 0 miles in the last week. 

And I'm ok with that.  

Surprising, isn't it?  Most everyone knows how ridiculously hand flappy I get just missing a run or two during the weekday. But this time, I'm just accepting that I've done what time and opportunity has allowed me until this point. What more can I do. *shrugs*

I was able run an easy 6 miles with my friend this past Saturday and despite missing a full week of runs, my legs felt decent and our run/chat pace was the same as other weeks. 

Also, the family went in a mini getaway in the beginning of this week, and more inactivity followed. Gloriously relaxing inactivity and family time.

But. Now I'm back. Back to the grind we refer to as Life.

I'm trying to learn to not be so hard on myself, because truthfully - while we tend to reassure each other that no one will judge us or care about our performance -  that's not wholly truth. Everyone judges in their own ways - some will always want to know your time, your average pace, your training, your diet, etc. if not to feed some sort of competitive drive, to fulfill a natural curiosity about others' abilities compared to our own.

I admit, I do it all the time.

What is true is that I am working on growing to the point of giving no shits about what anyone may think of me. It's always going to be a work in progress, as is with everything in life, but I'm going to work on doing my best, running my hardest, and or once, just letting myself enjoy the ride. Maybe I'll even try smiling while I run.

Ugh. 

Or not.

Smiling. So much work.

But maybe I'll give it a shot. I owe myself some slack. And maybe even a little credit.