Driving back to work from lunch today I had a sudden realization... when I start running again in a few weeks it will be my first *real* running since the half in January. I'm not kidding when I say that my stomach dropped when the thought occurred to me. Just under 6 months of no running. Dear God.
That isn't a short break by any stretch of the imagination. That's starting again. Back at one.
The thought is horribly humbling. Mentally, a five miler is just another run... physically though I'm looking at doing Couch to 5k again. Again. It's been well over a year since the first time I finished that program and I never thought I'd have to revisit it.
Ugggh. This whole thing has me very upset. I've been so excited at just being able to run again that I never really allowed myself to consider the mechanics of starting again. Hell, I never really thought of it *as* starting again.
I suppose it all takes baby steps. I guess I had just hoped that I was beyond that... oh, I want to cry. How can something that makes me so happy, make me so sad all at the same time.