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I took a year off of writing and running. Okay. I’ve never run in my life. Off of slogging. Slow jogging.
I had bad leg pain the last year. After I lost the baby, I got on the treadmill to burn off some anger and stress and instead I inflamed my plantar fasciitis. I spend the next year with a podiatrist and a physical therapist.
I am finally back to slogging. I now slog/walk so that I don’t constantly pound on my feet.
And I occasionally wear sensible shoes. Because they’re sensible.
But now that I’m back on the treadmill, I decided I should enter a race and train. The Tinkerbell half-marathon is coming up again in May and I thought it would be the perfect. This will be the third year running. (See that dual meaning there? I impress myself sometimes.)
But I’ve done it before. I wanted to do something different. I wanted to show my stupid foot that I was in charge. Or something to that extent.
So I signed up the the Pixie Dust challenge. I’ll be running a 10k on Saturday and a half marathon on Sunday. And then I get 3 medals. Which makes the complete and utter pain from both races somewhat worth it. I don’t know how much but it’s something.
I start the training program in January. It’s for experienced runners. I decided that “experienced” is a suggestion. So I’m running 3x a week and then by January, I’ll be experienced.
Or something like that.