And then, there's pavement....

There are days when running truly is my salvation. When life gets too hard, there's running. Yesterday I had a major meltdown as I left work and on my train ride home. I was simply overwhelmed by life and hit by a major sadness. Many factors contributed, including a hectic day at work involving hosting out of town important people, listening to superiors override the opinions of others in open discussions and getting coffee on my pants while cleaning out the gargantuan coffee pot. I don't even drink coffee. So, there I am, this sniffling sad girl with coffee all over her pants. I probably looked like a crazy homeless woman who'd pissed her pants. Nonetheless, I hit the road after arriving home which served to be the best therapy. I couldn't cry as I ran because when I started to cry I couldn't breath. So, running was much more important than crying. As for the sadness, well. I think things will improve soon with the passage of time.

This week represents the start of marathon training for Chickamauga. Following Pfitzinger's 18/55 plan, I did a 7-miler with 10 strides last night. Still no Garmin (though I've e-mailed) so I'm a bit hazy as far as my overall pace. I hit the splits on my manual watch about when I think the miles are, but I'm not sure. I've got nine miles planned for tomorrow, with a 4-miler and 12-miler this weekend. If I get desperate, I may just have to get some new pace-tracking gadget.

Music of the Moment: Taj Mahal, Hanapepe Dream