I haven’t written in a while mostly because one or all of us have had some type of crud for the past two months, and it’s beginning to wear me down.  It’s not really an adequate excuse, but it’s the only one I have.  We have suffered through viruses, strep throat, pneumonia and ear infections, and this last week of being housebound with two sick and cranky children nearly drove me over the edge, but maybe… knock on wood… we’ve turned a corner.  At least I can take heart in knowing that school will be out in three weeks.

In between runs of antibiotics, I’ve also gotten a couple of good races under my belt.  Deanne and I ran the Muddy Buddy, and (surprise) placed second overall.  Out of 266 women’s teams, we were pretty pleased with second, and I don’t mean to complain, but this is our fourth year in second place, and I’m sort of sick of it.  I want to win!  However, I am grateful that we got to Richmond and back in one piece and that neither of us crashed the bike or injured ourselves.  We love the challenge and the competition (and the outlet shopping the day before the race), but mostly, we always enjoy making it back home to our kids.  We also ran a little race in Dobson last week.  Deanne won, and I was second.  We both won money, and I even won a bottle of wine as a door prize.  Deanne was particularly pleased that the post-race refreshments included coconut creme pie.  Overall, I’d say it’s been a successful spring, especially when I consider the amount of time I’ve spent not training.  But if I can run this well after a fairly miserable winter and spring, what could I do if I played all my cards, if I got healthy and stayed that way, if I was more consistent?  This is what I thought about as I went out for a slow and steady 45 minute run on Sunday.
Sometimes, running by myself is just what I need.  When I’m by myself, I tend to notice my surroundings a little more, I relax, I pray, and I think.  This Sunday, I thought about race times, training paces, time spent pushing a jog stroller, strides and drills, and the changes my body has undergone since 2003, and this is what I’ve realized– it’s time to get serious.  Right now, I’m running as fast, maybe a little faster, than I did in 2003, my best and fastest year ever.  The difference, however, is that in May 2009, I weigh 8 lbs. more than I did in May 2003, I have been less consistent with fewer recovery days in between, I’ve had fewer long runs, and I am not injured as I was in 2003.  Hmmmm….  If I can run as fast or faster with extra weight, fewer miles, next to no strides and drills, and if I have no injuries, what could I run after a good summer of training?  After a really good summer in 2003, I ran PR after PR.  After this summer, I think I can do it again.  All I have to do is lose a few pounds, dust off the jog stroller, add 10 to 20 minutes on my long runs, do strides and drills, and stay healthy.  In other words, all I have to do is get serious.  
I came in and announced my intentions to Rob.  “I’ve decided to get serious.”  He looked at me blankly and said, “About what?”
“About my running,” I said.
Again, the blank look, and then the crinkled brow.  “At what point were you not serious?”  he asked.
I guess to many people, I’ve always been serious, and maybe I’ve been as serious as my life allowed me to be for a while, but I feel the need to press a little bit, to get back in the groove.  I want to get a little crazy.  I’ve missed it, and I think the time has come.