Yesterday I had to work at UT for a class project. When the project was over I realized I had no way to get back home. Buses and trollies weren't running and my two classmates I was working with both lived walking distance. My house is a little over three miles from campus. Realizing that I am training for a 5K on Sunday, I knew it was best to for me to walk home. This would give me a last chance to get a little bit of training in.
This week had been hard as far as my training schedule. Several late nights at UT working on a class project had left me unable to hit the gym and get in the proper running time. I felt out of sorts and it was playing a factor in my confidence for the race today. It wasn't like I was going to sprint in the race and therefore I was worried about not having a good time or beating someone else, it was a worry that not training enough would not give me enough energy to complete this race.
So here on this hot Saturday afternoon the thought occurred to me to go ahead and walk home and get this last bit of training in. Now the problem was I had already been walking the entire campus and all of the strip too. My feet were hurting and sweat was pouring off of me.
But then I remember what I'm walking for..breast cancer. I stop my whining and start walking. It is two hours before the start of the UT-GA game so the crowd is moving towards the stadium instead of away from it like I am so it is frustrating to try to get through the packs of people. I don't complain, I blast the music in my iPhone louder and keep going. My walk home is mostly uphill so when I reach my only downhill I pick up speed to make up for the time.
After 44 minutes I reach my house in east Knoxville. I have beaten my last time so I am encouraged I can have a good race. I know that I haven't lost my desire or competitive edge so I look forward to my chance to race.
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