Friday, June 10, 2005
( 8:24 AM ) teahouse
The Mini 10K is tomorrow.
It's a huge race, New York City's original women-only race. Always has huge turnout. When I first started running seriously, I set it as my goal.
I kicked butt in last year's race, the first time I ran it. I set a personal best time for a 10K.
This year my training has been derailed. I have a leg injury; I got sick twice and didn't run for 2 weeks.
Plus, tomorrow's high is supposed to be in the 90s.
The Boy has begged me not to run it. "You're going to kill yourself," he said. "Let's just go to the gym instead, and run on the treadmill together. 6 miles in the heat is too much if your training hasn't been good; take it easy."
I don't know what to do. I'm caught between my pride and ambition, and the limitations of my body.
I want to participate in this huge female bonding experience.
But the idea of running on a treadmill hand in hand with the Boy, although cheesy and weird, is yet strangely appealing. #