Slackering-- if indeed there were such a word (and why shouldn't there be?)-- would best describe my state of activity for the last two weeks since Salt Lake City.
Not that I've been sleeping in until noon and watching Oprah in my flannel penguin jammies while eating chocolate bon-bons. Not that kind of slackering. I've just been taking a mini-vacation from my obsessive-compulsive tendencies when it comes to running. If I've felt like running, I've run. If I haven't... well... what's in the freezer and what's good on TV??
My slackering days are officially over, though... at least for another while. I've got a 10K on tap this weekend and even though it's only a small, local race, I'm excited to run it. It will be the first race of this distance I've run, so a personal best is guaranteed. Gotta love that! And if it's as small as I think it might be, I may even come home with an award for placing in my age division. Never mind there probably will only be three people in my age division to begin with. An award is an award. Ain't gonna take that away from me.
Four weeks after the 10K, I've committed to running a marathon relay with three of my girlfriends. Since they're all relatively new runners, I made a deal with them that I'd cover the first half of the race-- well, the first 12 miles anyway (math has never been my strong suit)-- if they'd split up the rest. Definitely no time for slackering there if I've gotta train for a near-half-marathon in a month.
Maybe I'll compromise, though, and do it in my penguin jammies.