It's been a while. I don't think there is anyone following this blog but needlessly to say if there is anyone out there, It's pretty obvious to you guys that I didn't finish my goal. I ran the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving, but that last time I ran since that was the last post that I wrote. Needless to say, I didn't feel so well. Those five miles were quite the torture for me. It was one of those races where I started out strong for the first mile or so and spent the rest of the race watching people go around me. It wasn't much of a boost for my confidence. There was a point at around the third mile where I heard a group of commotion from behind me. There was a group of runners causing quite a ruckus, and I knew exactly who it was. Unlike when I was on the team, the current Fairfield Prep Cross Country Team, had a race that weekend. Therefore, pushing hard during a five mile road race a few days before wouldn't be the best strategy, so they ran it as if it were a training run. Therefore, they didn't run it fast, and like the team did when we ran training runs, they were goofing around, so when I saw a bunch of young teenagers screaming yelling and chanting "USA!" I knew exactly what team was going to pass me.
I wasn't emberassed that they were passing me. I was out of shape and they were in shape. There was such a difference between me and the group that there was no surprise that there training pace was slightly faster than my race pace. I was, however, beginning to grow sad becuase I was looking at what I used to be, not just in shape, but having fun with a team. Being a part of something that I haven't even kept in touch with that well. It was upsetting to me that almost everything that my high school was, has been nothing but a memory. It was as if I was looking at a huge part of me, that was no longer with me. It was not the way I wanted things to be, but I was grown up now, so I had to keep on moving, through life and through the race.
That has all been in the past now. Not much has happened since then, in regards to running. Classes have come and gone, lovers came and went, and friends are still standing strong. I don't know if there is any way that I will be able to develop a regular running schedule at school. I can't seem to have the time or sometimes is the motivation. I don't know what made me go out there and run today. I dont really have the time. I am currently working two jobs and studying for my Praxis exams, so I can use the excuse that I don't have time, but for some reason today after quite a few months of a complete lack of motion, I was putting on my running shorts and doing a few sit ups before a mile run. It wasn't much of a distance but boy did it knock me on my ass. I came back in less then ten minutes soaked in sweat. This is only the beginning. It is once again the beginning
