I usually begin my new training regiments with a BANG! The race and training all ready to go. Not so much this time - it was more of a whimper.
Sunday I witnessed my sister complete her first half-marathon. She trained really hard, usually taking her three kids in a three seat jog stroller for most of her walks - except the very longest. I am so terribly proud of her. She set her mind to it and did it.
She asked me to do it with her. I said Yes. I didn't. For that, I feel terrible. As she was finishing the final 1oo yards no one could deny the sheer joy on her face.
The only thing I could think was that I was on the wrong side of the barrier. I should have been there and I wasn't only for sheer lazyness.
Today I started training. For what, I'm not sure yet. The kids had a teacher inservice day, so we went to my new walking trail and did about a mile. Then the kids played at the park. It was a beautiful day.