Friday, January 18, 2013
...I run so that some day, when the Doctor asks me to be his companion, I can keep up.
I am training for my third half marathon. It's a little different this time. I had signed up for this race last March and my husband decided to do it with me. This will be the first time we've ever run a race together. Difference number one. A sweet difference, for sure. However, the bigger difference is the fact that up until January 2nd, we had decided that we just didn't have the finances to travel to Myrtle Beach and spend the night(s) there and that we were going to eat the entrance fees. I was pretty bummed because I was looking forward to doing this race with him. Then, for the first time ever, DH's father sent ME a check for Christmas. I dunno why, but I'm not complaining. It was enough to pay for our gas and lodging while in MB, so the race was back on.
Here's the problem...I hadn't run more than 3 miles since about Halloween! I have kicked my training into high gear and am feeling pretty good about the upcoming race. I certainly won't be setting any records and I may not beat last year's time, but I'll finish it and have a good time doing it.
Oh, the quote? Lol. I saw that on Pinterest the other day and it made me chuckle at the time. It popped in my head today as I was running (Fridays are my distance days) and it made me chuckle again and then turn reflective. Okay, so there's probably NOT going to be some mysterious stranger who shows up and asks me to explore the galaxy and time with him in his blue box, BUT, I *do* want to be ready and able to go with whatever comes along. I run so that I can keep up with my kids. I run so that I can keep up with my dog (mostly, lol). I run so that I can *try* to not get too far behind DH. I run to keep up with life.
Besides...you never know...