So you're going to run a half marathon
Monday, November 19, 2012
August 2010 I went back to college to finish up my final year of school.
For some reason I started telling people that before I graduated in May, I was going to run a half marathon. It seemed like a nice dream, though I’m not really sure I planned on following through with that.
Apparently I told all the wrong people because they started asking me questions as the year moved on and holding me accountable to what I said. How was training going? Did I like my runs? Had I picked a race? Could I give them tips?
So around Christmas time I decided I didn’t want to let these people down. I got online and searched half marathons in Kansas. I picked one that was far enough away I’d have time to train (and maybe they’d still forget about what I said I was going to do). And I started increasing my runs from 2-3 miles to 3, 4, and 6 miles and beyond.
I started doing it.
A girl in one of my classes, Sam, told me it was something she had also always wanted to do. I invited her to run with me. She started training. We became close friends (and are still friends to this day).
April 8 came and Sam and I woke up at 4:30 to get on a bus that drove us to the starting line of the race. At 6 a.m. we were running and by 9 we were back on the bus headed to the hotel to shower, eat, and rest.
I ran a half marathon. I felt incredible. I couldn’t contain myself.
I stared at that beautiful cowboy hat shaped medal (Kansas, remember) the whole 2 hours home. I posted pictures of it on Facebook. I hung up my race bib.
And then I kind of quit running.
I graduated, I moved, I got a job, I got married. I’d still run my 5ks, so I didn’t really stop running, but I was disappointed with myself. They were a struggle. I used to run a 10k with ease.
Sure, I moved from nearly sea-level to 7,000 feet in elevation. That’s torture let me tell you.
This weekend I signed up to run a half marathon.
My friend Sam came to visit and we ran a Girls on the Run 5k Saturday morning.
Maybe I still had that adrenaline coursing through my veins, but that afternoon we were browsing downtown and ended up in one of the local running stores.
And then I signed up for a half marathon.
I live in Colorado, practically in the mountains.
What. Was. I. Thinking?
So, now I’m committed to this race and I have 11 weeks to whip my butt back into running shape.
Let the running commence!