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This time, it’s for real

This time, it’s for real

As the nearly 18-month gap between this blog’s inception and my first post indicates, I’m a terrible blogger. C helped me land this domain just a few weeks before or after my Nashville Country Music Marathon (marathon #4, if you’re counting), yet for one reason I haven’t written in it yet. Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s because I really doubt anyone will find this helpful or entertaining, but what the hell. Here goes.

I’m in the throes of training for marathon #11 and #12 – Akron and the Marine Corps Marathon, respectively. Akron’s like the hometown marathon for me and a chance to better my 3:55 there from 2008. MCM will be like a little mini-family vay-cay, since C and my folks will be trekkin’ to DC with me for the trip. It should be fun.

This summer’s training has been of maintenance standard, at best. Blame the FT work, FT school, PT internship, and “life” getting in the way, and the fact that I desperately needed some time-off since running my first Boston in April and then BQing in Rockford in May. I’m a bit anxious about my fall marathons, but as I tell myself when I’m shrouded in doubt: there will be other races.

I’ll try my best to begin blogging on a more regular basis, but I may need some encouragement. Feel free to drop me a line anytime at erin at running (no space) ruminations dot com.

Slow and Steady

Slow and Steady

Many a runner, or philosopher, or runner-philosopher has ruminated that marathon running and training is a perfect metaphor for life; alas, we must take our miles, and indeed our lives, one step at a time.  I fully subscribe to this tendency.

Unfortunately, it appears that I’m also subscribing to the same belief in terms of getting this blog together.  I have the ideas; I can create the content; hell, with my software engineer hubby, we can make this blog rock!  It’s just a matter of time.

I will get this together.  Promise.  It may be a process, and indeed some sort of experience, but isn’t that what running’s all about, anyway?  The journey, not the destination?

Happy trails … E