He Keeps On Running

It looms, in the future, coming this way ever quicker. Will I be ready for it? Can't say right now. Need to motivate myself to prepare. It's so hard to crawl out of bed though. Dakotah cries. He wants to go prepare for it. Hush, a little longer. There's no quieting an excited dog. He knows it's coming. He knows what we must do.

When the alarm first goes off at 4:15, it's a wave of the hand and I gain extra minutes of sleep. At 4:30, I know there can be no more delay, since it's coming, and it's coming fast. I throw my legs off the bed, stand and, shaking off a few aches, head downstairs. A few more paces and I'm feeling almost normal. I check the temperature to see what I'm going to be wearing, throw on my shorts and a long sleeve shirt. I strap support bands on my knees and adjust the iPod band on my arm. I tie my shoes and open the door to the garage, letting in the bounding dog. Hook up the leash to his collar and off we go. This morning, just over 5 miles. It needs to be more frequent. It needs to be longer. I need to train harder, because it's coming. February 7 will be here. Will I be ready? Will I be able to cover it all? Will I be able to walk when it's done? Pacific Shoreline 1/2 Marathon. It's coming.