Yesterday I went for a walk.  It was close to three miles.  Not quite, but close.

Today, I decided to try for time, not distance.  I wanted to be out there for an hour.  I need to dramatically increase the time on my feet if I am going to run the Chicago Marathon.  It is one month from today.

I walked at a pretty good clip (for me).  It makes me wish that I did not have such short stubby legs.  Being 4’11’ makes it difficult to cover much territory very fast.  I ended up walking 4 miles in one hour.

Seeing as I was a half mile from the house at this point, I decided to test my noggin and run the last half mile.  Just to see how I was recovering.

It was…weird.  I wasn’t in any discomfort or anything, it is just that I don’t remember the ground jiggling around so much when I ran before.  The ground was shifting?  It was definitely NOT staying in place like it used to.  Hmmm…

This will not do.

Time is running out.  I have, at the most, one more week I can spend on my lazy rumpatootis, trying frantically to recover from this concussion… to make a “Hail Mary” attempt at running Chicago.

“She was unstoppable, not because she did not have failures or doubts but because she continued on despite them.”

#Determined.