This time last year I was anxiously awaiting the next day. I had been training for 8 months to go from couch potato to running in a 13.1 mile race across the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I had never ran in a race before besides 1 mile sprints in middle school. I recalled how my fastest mile ever was 6’20”. Now, 13 years later, I was about to run my first half marathon.
I recall how one day in March, I woke up at 7 AM and said to myself, “I’m going to go run.” My daughter was just under two-years-old and I hadn’t exercised regularly since I was in grade school. To say I was out of shape was putting it lightly.
I grabbed the closest thing to gym clothing I could put together, strapped on my 4 year old Onitsuka Tiger Asics, and dusted off my Crunch gym membership that I had previously signed up for a year previously put never went in. I kissed my sleeping husband and said I was going to the gym. He grumbled something close to, “Why?” and fell back asleep.
I drove 15-minutes to get to the gym, and even in that time, I still was pumped. I wanted to run.
I hopped onto a treadmill and then ran my first 1.5 mile in years. It took me 15 minutes, but I did it.
I continued to do that for 3 weeks straight. Every morning. Everyday. For 15 days before buying my first pair of actual running shoes and performance outfit.
It wasn’t until 3 months into training I decided to run a half-marathon. I was scared, but I knew that if I didn’t put an end-goal to it, I would quit. I always needed a challenge. Some adversity to face for motivation. I signed up for the US Half Marathon that takes place in San Francisco.
Suffice to say, I survived my first half-marathon, running it in 2’45” and the next time I run it, I will do even better!
And so, here we are a year later with NaNoWriMo.
Why wouldn’t I complete a novel on my own? I guess it’s because I need a challenge.
Good luck to all those who are running the US Half tomorrow! I’d rather be running. 🙂
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