Last night’s track practice was a lot of fun! I dropped the baby off with Eric at 5:00 p.m. and rushed to practice. Eric took his time coming down, traffic was bad, and I ended up showing up as everyone was taking to the track for the three lap warm-up. Phew!! Barely made it on time.
It was great to see so many familiar faces and to meet some new people as well. We did 8 x 100 meter strides, with calisthenics in between. It was a good practice. I felt strong, alive, and like I was re-emerging in a society that had long forgot about me. The thing is, I was not forgotten. Life did ramble on, while I sat helpless on bed rest for five months, but it has been an relatively easy transition back to it.
My strength is coming back to me. Slowly. It is coming back though, and much faster than I anticipated. My mind is clear. My head is in the right place while I am out there. Running pregnant helped me realize that I can do this if I am determined enough and if I stay focused on my goal.
Even if I walk this marathon, Dear Internet, I will complete it. My goal to meet or beat Oprah’s time of 4:29:20 is still alive. I can do this.