I think I have been listening to Ryan Adams’ 1989 too much because I had a dream he came to my house and we hung out. Normal.
I put on my big girl pants (err, bathing suit) and went to the pool today. I am trying to be “good” about recovery and my legs are certainly a little tired from my triumph return to running. The good news is that I didn’t die, and I just kept reminding myself, “You didn’t swim yesterday. Or the day before. You don’t have to swim tomorrow. Or the next day.” And I think that certainly helped. My mental stability is certainly questionable.
Tonight, I am heading to happy hour with some of the girls for a few beverages. It’ll be good to see everyone, it’s been a while since we’ve all hung out.
Tomorrow, I am meeting Jim early for some miles. The rest of our running group is scattered this weekend, but I am happy to get in some running with Jim. Tim and I have a wedding in the afternoon/evening, so that will take up most of the day. I am fairly certain we will know literally no one else there besides the bride and the groom, so that’ll be fun.
On Sunday, I hope to meet the running club for a few miles, and then I am going to be frantically tracking all of my friends running marathons this weekend. I am so excited for everyone.
Today marks four years since I crossed the finish line of my first one.
That was a good day. We will see what the future holds, eh?