Not sure just what yet, but I am training, and I am making progress.
Taking a month or two off of serious training seems to have some serious consequences. Yesterday I ran 6 miles and it kicked my ass! I spent the afternoon in bed - and then begged a friend to go to church with me so that I would have someone to lean on. A few short months ago, I was running 10 miles each Saturday morning and not giving it a thought. I can and will get back to that level of fitness....
This morning I ran 3 miles. I had words with a person who wouldn't put her dog on a leash. I stood by the sign that said "All Dogs Must Be Leashed". I thought she might notice. When I told her that I wanted her dog leashed, she was extremely apologetic which tends to make me feel like a big fat jerk, but really, what is so hard about putting your dog on a leash when you are in a park that requires that your dog be on a leash? And in defense of myself: I don't get bent out of shape if the dog is in the control of the human... but when a person is calling "Killer, Killer, come here Killer" and the dog doesn't come, it makes me untrusting that "Killer" is really a sweetheart who wouldn't EVER hurt ANYTHING!
So, on the way back, I crossed the road to the shady side of the street and ran where there are no dogs. However, there was ice, and I did fall. I thought it was interesting that the very first thing I did was press the stop button on my garmin. It is very important not to have extra time racking up when you are laying on the cold ice - not yet certain if you are injured. My knee hurt immediately, and my hands were scraped up, but I got up and ran away and I am fine... thankfully.
So I still don't know what race I am doing, but I am training! I ran 16 miles last week. That makes me happy. I ran only 21 miles in December, so I am getting back into the groove.
Oh, and last night I called an old friend... for some reason I remembered that it was his birthday. He told me what he is up to, and I told him what I am up to. I told him I am trying to train to run a marathon, and that I ran 2 half-marathons last year. The first thing he said was "Wow! You must be skinny!" I laughed and said "NO. I will never be skinny." I thought that was funny.