RR100 left me with a bit of a strange foot injury and after 8 weeks of PT and doing everything BUT run, i have made a quick comeback, just in time to get on the training horse, albeit slightly late.
So three weekends ago I came back with my first real run, a trail marathon. What made it unique was that for an early April day, it snowed. It was a disgusting, sloppy, muddy mess but it didn't matter. For the first time in two months, I ran and it was WONDERFUL.
Fast forward a week later and I found myself toeing the line at Brazos Bend 50 miler in my favorite state, Texas. It was 180 degrees different than the prior weekend. Whereas TNF has snow, BB had temps in the mid 80s. TNF was my slowest marathon time ever, BB was my fastest 50 ever. As is always the case with my life, and my runs, there was definitely a yin to the yang. It didn't matter though... as is true any time I'm out there, a bad day of running is always better than a good day of working. And both days were great.
Less than 3 months to go time. There is no more injury, no more excuses. Just miles to go and my feet to take me there.