Four out of nine were up for extending after eight miles. Sarah, Shari and Siga (the three S’s) waited for me in the parking lot. Siga had my key in her pocket and used it as a “carrot” to entice me to keep going. I laughed at her silliness; I think the laughter gave me an energy boost because I was able to stick with them for the fifteen minute out-and-back. The trail was wet from all the rain we’ve had over the last month, and we chatted about the amazing abundance of wildflowers in the foothills. So many people were out on the trails; it was startling to see all the runners and walkers enjoying Boulder’s open spaces. Everyone was friendly and we exchanged greetings with every group we passed.
I’ve been tired these past few weeks. Getting up the motivation to run, regardless of if I mean to run fast or long, has been difficult. Today we’re supposed to run Whiterock in East Boulder, a distance of about eight miles. I know I’ll be able to do it because there will be plenty of people to motivate me. I just don’t know if I’d be able to do it alone.