Who says there is no God? I've been bumming and bitching that I had no running buddies. I was lacking motivation after getting out of my habit during the road trip, and then facing crappy weather, crappy mood, overwork with the start of school and being behind at my actual work at the hospital, staying up too late reading a good novel, and . . . then I slept in and missed the cool morning. I've resurrected my No Excuses mantra, and so I headed out to the trail anyway. I decided to detour to the running store to get new shoes -- which I've been meaning to buy for a month -- first. I got my tried and true, cute & comfy shoes (the current color of the same shoe I've been using, Brooks Glycerin, is now a super cool turquoise on black!), and I had fun chatting with the salesman who is training for the Olympic trials in January for the marathon. (His marathon time is a minute under my HALF marathon time!) By the time I got to the trail, it was hot. I ran anyway. A mile in, a runner stopped me, recognizing me from the half marathon in June, where I'd apparently raved about my great PT, Derek Clark, because she wanted his name again. (She was at mile 10 of a planned 14 miler, and was struggling with IT band issues. Of course, she completed her 14, TYVM, as I passed her again at the end of my 6.) Anyway, we got to talking, and I told her I was looking for running buddies, and she gave me the name of facebook group of women distance runners here in M'town that hook up for runs regularly! If there is no God, there are definitely some good Running Gods looking out for me today, and I was rewarded for getting my ass out the door. Yay!
