Until now. The culprit: My second try at a Half Marathon, coming up this Saturday.
Last year at this time, I ran 13.1 miles for the first time ever. I had retin a online pharmacy trained since the previous June, and was bolstered (believe it or not) by a big fall in September that gave me a concussion and 12 stitches in my head. After that, I was NOT pharmacy-24hour-canadian.com going to quit running. And I didn’t. I knew I could finish a Half Marathon. And I did.
This year feels totally different. I have been running since last year, and actually did a series of hills and speedwork at Shelby does generic cialis work Farms this soma online pharmacy summer. (For nonrunners, what you get from speedwork is the realization that you won’t die from going faster; it just feels like it. And it makes an easy jog feel like walking.) I joined my wonderful St. Mary’s training group again in August, micardis cost and have pretty much done all of the workouts. Even Holly, our coach and an experienced distance runner, told me today to “trust my training,” and Ellen, my likely partner http://viagra24onlinepharmacy.com/ on Saturday in the race, is sure that “we’ve got this.”
So what’s my problem?
I hear from experienced distance runners that this kind of anxiety isn’t unusual. I haven’t run as much as I usually do this week; maybe these are the yips I have read about. I am a little worried that Ellen, who has done several triathlons since last year, will leave me in the dust Saturday. I know exactly how long 13.1 is now, and it’s LONG. I’d like to point out that the impending ice storm — set to arrive Friday — doesn’t worry me. I’ve run along Lake Michigan in February. Cold is better than hot.
All I can say is: Wish me luck. Maybe by the time you read this, I’ll be finished. (You can follow my progress on a neat app that St. Jude uses. What a great cause. And THANKS to everyone who is supporting me in my newly acquired status as a Hero.)
Actually, just thinking about all of the support I’ve viagra street value found this year for my running, not to mention the stalwart pals who are always there to lift me up, I feel a lot better. Maybe I’ll go lay out my clothes for Saturday.