Bad Bad News

I am not going to be able to run my half marathon. I couldn't find someone to work my shift for me so I won't be able to make it in time. I am going to go down and support the others running (hopefully making it there before Barry finishes). It is going to be bittersweet. I am so excited for the others to run but know that I am going to wish that I was finishing the race as well. Apparently other things are meant for me than running this marathon...

Faster...

In the last couple days I have decided that I need to run faster. The problem with running faster is that I can't breath. I don't know if I should be fighting through this or if my lungs just can't keep up with a faster pace. It seems like everyone around me is having a fabulous time with their runs without many issues. Why does it have to be so hard for me? (I know whine, whine, whine)

8 Mile

While this title could mean the dividing line between where the "gangsta" Eminem lives and where his dreams are I am actually referring to the tretcherous number of miles I ran today. This was my second attempt at 8 miles and it went much better than the first attempt last week. Last Sunday I thought I might die during the process but today I just took it easy and ran. I may be finishing the 1/2 marathon at the same time as the marathoners finish the whole, but I do have confidence that I can finish the race now.