I'm getting dangerously close to single-digit weeks and for some reason that stresses me out.
I looked at my training schedule on Saturday morning just before I left and was pleasantly surprised to find I had a cutback week this week. That meant instead of the 17 miles I had hyped myself for (and was, quite honestly, kind of dreading), I was running a cool 13. My legs were thankful.
It snowed in Boston on Friday night, so Saturday morning was absolutely freezing and a little snowy. Let me tell you, running on snow is hard. It takes more effort from your legs to grip and to not slip and slide through the snow. But I conquered 13 in a decently respectable time, though I did take it slow so I wouldn't fall. Yesterday, I went out for another run over the same hills with a friend who's already done this race before (and is doing it again this year). It was nice to finally run with someone. It's been so long since I've done that. And even though I felt like a slow poke and like I was holding him back, I'm glad we did it. Sometimes, the best way to connect with someone is over a run.
Dana-Farber Marathon Challenge information.
Writing people to ask for money is starting to get rough. I'm getting really uncomfortable. I don't know why, really. I'm running for a good cause. A really good cause. I'm proud of what I'm doing. But for some reason I hate asking people for money; especially if it's people I know are in a tight spot financially. I think I just need to get over all of this and just get on with it. People will say no; heck, people have already said no. And that's ok. I'll just keep on keepin' on.
Over the weekend I topped $1,500 in donations; I'm still $4,500 away from my goal, but we're getting there.
Slowly, but surely.