I Must Be Insane

128 Days to Race and 226 Days to Race?

Yesterday was my birthday. I had a great day.  I brought my three year-old nephew to Brazos Bend State Park and we "hiked" around a lake and looked at alligators and birds. It wasn't much of a work out for me, but he had fun.  Well, not a physical work out, anyway.  Mentally I was exhausted--trying to keep him away from the water, watching both our steps for snakes--especially babies, and making sure there were no hiding alligators near us.  But we both had a great time, I think. 

I came home after dropping him off with his mother and ran my three miles on the treadmill.  I really hate treadmill running, but hey, at least I got to watch television while I was doing it.  I've learned that So You Think You Can Dance isn't a bad show to run to.  The music keeps changing and you are entertained.  Can't ask for much more.

Yesterday was also the first day to enter the lottery to run the Houston Chevron Marathon.  I entered.  I must be insane. I've never run a marathon in my life and now I've registered for two???  I don't know whether or not I hope I'm picked. It would be nice to run closer to home--more supporters, you know, but, still. . . If I'm not picked I might go do the Dallas White Rock with my sister.  At least I'll have somebody to run with there.  AND I'll have more marathon experience than her.  That would be a cool feeling.

The summer session at school starts up again next week. I came up to the school today to get a little (very little) work done and to use the indoor track to run some fartleks.  I hate fartleks. I like the air conditioned-iness of the indoor track, but other than that I hate indoor tracks. I don't particularly like outdoor tracks either, but at least they are a bit longer.  Running in tenth mile loops gets old fast.  But I learned that I can run at a 9:30 pace for four minutes without dying--not quite dying anyway.

Any which way, I am back on track and running like mad.  Or is that mad with running?