Of course, my endurance is down, shoulders are weak, and I’m still looking for a groove. Knowing the need to protect my shoulders, I concentrate on using more triceps (which have lost enough tone they about slap me back when I wave) and rhomboid and trapezius (not sure if these are the correct ones but engaging more of my upper back). I breathe into these muscle groups, imagining an increased level of rich oxygen nourishing them, powering me, knowing a good groove will suddenly appear out of this self discipline . And, you know it probably would if I didn't allow myself to get distracted.
I’m not even winded yet when a bellowing momma cow breaks my concentration; looking up I watch two young ones chase each other in the hay-field. Up a little further, George the Dog is running around, barking, inviting me to come on up the street and visit with him and his person. How could I resist. After a friendly chat and several ear scratches for George, I reaffirm my determination, “Really, Jules, how are you ever going to be ready for 5K let alone a ½ marathon if you don’t get your head in the game!?”
It wasn't long before the wild aster, sage, hollyhock, and the mountain bumblebees frolicking among them called out to me. I had to pause and deeply inhale the final fragrant scents of Summer as she makes way for Autumn. Dancing in the breeze these gorgeous blooms seem to be cheering me on, rooting for me, reminding me, once again, it isn't about running the race it’s about enjoying the journey.