Three weeks and counting!

Three. Three weeks. Three weeks from today. Three weeks from today at this time, I will have completed my first 10K, just a stepping stone in my journey to the half marathon in September. My training schedule is on the fridge. I've not followed it religiously. I glance at it when I'm grabbing a diet soda out of the fridge. I ponder it and wonder which week I'm supposed to be on. Today, I realized that it's probably important for me to be able to do the things it says to do. Some of the days of the week are easy - like strength and stretch. I do the strength part. Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday. I do the stretch part on Thursdays now that yoga has started up again. The running has not been as consistent - which is KIND OF IMPORTANT since that is the goal. So, today I headed out on my own outside. No treadmill. I hit the road. With barely an hour to spare, I ran out of the house and realized once I was on the sidewalk that I had forgotten my music. UGH. Well, I didn't have time and I had plenty to look at, so I set out for my run. It wasn't easy, I have to admit. Got a little stiff. Plugged along. Walked a little. Ran some more. Stretched. Ran some more. Walked a little. Ran some more. Having to be somewhere, I tried to push myself to run a little more even as my feet fell asleep. As the tingling from the sleeping feet proceeded up my leg, I decided to walk a little. I pulled my knee brace down. Once the sleeping left my leg but stayed in the feet, I ran a little more. 4.8 miles I ran/walked. I wish I had run more. I guess I would say I maybe ran a total of 3.5 miles. A guess. Maybe an optimistic guess. Maybe an exageration. At any rate, today showed me the importance of doing the running part of my training. Three. Three times a week. Because in three weeks, I'm running in my first 10K.