Sometimes when I start to take myself too seriously, I need to throw on a sassy tee shirt to remind myself that its not worth spending so much time running, or doing anything for that matter, if I’m not (mostly) having fun.  I know that life isn’t always a laugh-out-loud-celebration but it shouldn’t be a sorrow-fest or pity-party either.  Perhaps because I’m in the midst of my first significant step-up week, the enormity of what I’ve taken on is finally sinking in.  

Oh! I have to run 7 miles (instead of 6) on Wednesdays for the next 3 weeks.  Hmmm… that’s half of my weekend mileage this week, then 15 miles, then a half-marathon, then Wednesdays increase to 8 miles, then weekend mileage is 17, then 18 miles, then…

Clearly the numbers are becoming much more intimidating, even though I’ve done this before.  I’m not exactly having second thoughts but I am questioning my intelligence.  7 miles, 19.2 less than what I’ll need to run in 11 weeks. Duh. Do I even have a 7-mile route?  Stupid numbers, never my strength, hence my shirt of choice today.

P.S. I wrote the above entry before I headed out my door for the 7 (not 6) mile pace run.  I found that in fact, I do not have a neighborhood 7 mile route.  What I thought was 7 miles was closer to 5 miles.  So I ended up going in circles a bit and got some funny looks from dog walkers who I ran by multiple times (it could have been my shirt), BUT I ran 7 miles (not 6) at marathon pace and laughed out loud the entire time.