On Sunday my local running club hosted an 8 mile training run for the Frederick Half Marathon. I worked it out so that I could run, hustle to a friend's house for a shower and make it to church with time to spare.
I knew only a handful of people, and they were all running faster than I planned to go so I just started out by myself. I could hear two speedy friends coming up behind me, and when they caught me I ran with them for a bit and then let them go on.
Around mile 4 or 5, we got to a part where there were a handful of turns. I had kept my friends in sight enough to know where to turn, but I must have spaced at some point because I lost them. Dug the directions out of my pocket, figured out where I was in the myriad of turns and soldiered on.
I missed a turn somewhere but my path intersected with my friends again. Since I needed to get to my friend's house by a certain time so I wouldn't be late for church, I was determined not to get lost again. That meant I had to run a little faster than I was planning to.
Surprisingly and happily, I was able to do it. I'm sure it's mainly because the course was almost as flat as a slice of cheese, but I'll take it.
Of course with just 9 weeks left before
I'm hoping to make it to Harpers Ferry on Saturday mornings to run/walk the hillier parts of the course so my legs don't completely freak come race day. It's going to be fun...at least that's what I keep telling myself. :-D