Slacking

137 Days to Race

I was doing so well with my running while on vacation. WAS is the operative word. I made myself run in Seattle and on the Olympic peninsula. I actually enjoyed my runs there. Sunday, however, I found myself in Leavenworth, Washington. This town has styled itself as a Bavarian hideaway. I found myself enjoying good German food and good German beer far too much to make myself get out and run seven miles. I rationalized it by saying that not only did the landscape resemble the Alps, I was truly at altitude. I know I can handle running at altitude or handle hills, but I don't think I could survive both. Definitely not seven miles of both. SO, I put off the run. I'll fit it in, I said. This morning I'm near Portland, Oregon--a place that is hilly but relatively close to sea level. I should have gotten up and run this morning. I'm scheduled for two miles today, I think. I should have done the seven miles I missed. But I've gotten lazy. Tomorrow I fly home. I could run tonight, but I'm thinking that I'll probably just give up until I get home. I'll start over then. I still have a few months until the race. I'll be able to make up training in that amount of time, right?