There are a few running-related things to note because I haven’t done so yet.
First, I’ve said that I’m registered for a half marathon at the end of May. The same day, Spouse will be running as well. He, however, will be running a full marathon. I suppose it’s because he’s built more like a bulldog than a whippet, but upon hearing this news many of my friends have asked, “Really? Can he really do it?” The answer, friends, is yes. He not only can do it, he is doing it. He did his first 14-miler last weekend (actually 14.4 due to a mid-run change of course), and he’ll do his first 16-miler this weekend. I believe he is very pleased that he’s getting ready to run farther than I’ve ever run. He should be. He’s awesome.
Second, Nuala is now so fast in a sprint that Spouse and myself can barely catch her. I am just thankful that she can’t sustain it for more than 20 yards or so. But she’s only 3 years old, for the love of all that is holy. We’re in for it.
Third, I managed to stay on track with my training schedule last week and kick the cold mostly to the curb. I have some nagging phlegm, but it never escalated into an infection of any sort, and taking a couple easy-run days off gave me the rest I needed to do my speedwork and long run. With the exception of some time change difficulties, I’m feeling really good. I wish I had some way to explain what went on from April to December last year. It doesn’t seem quite right that 10mg of Prozac daily could set it all straight. I suppose I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though, and be thankful for the ability to run 25 to 30 miles a week and tend to my job, household, and relationships with the energy each requires.