It's a bit after 1 pm, and I am not basking in the post-marathon glow. And I'm okay with it. The past season has seen a lot of running.
It started in August with 3 a.m. runs all over west Fort Worth.
In October, I ran 30 miles from my parents' house in Mansfield to where I grew up in South Arlington, past my old junior high and high school, and back--as a training run.
In November, I covered just shy of 55 miles in 12 hours on an unexpectedly hilly course at the Ultracentric.
The next month, I finished strong after 50 miles at what I later learned was the final Sunmart Endurance Run.
I started 2009 off with a 100 kilometer trek up and down the mountains* of Bandera.
In February, blisters and chafing resulted in my first ever DNF after 77 miles at Rocky Raccoon.
A few weeks later, I paced the Cowtown Ultra with Jballs, followed the next week by some tough trail running in Waco.
As recently as a week and a half ago, I had planned to run the Big D Marathon today. But then I got sick, recovery took longer than anticipated, and I eventually decided that I would take the day off. And as I look out my front porch window at the trees blowing over as gale-force** winds rip through North Texas, I think I'm ever better than okay with not running. I'm happy to not be running today. Because I wouldn't want my last race of the season to be a beat down.
Especially when the new season starts next month as I begin training for Heartland.
* Hey, they seemed like mountains to me.
** i.e., not gale-force.