Sell Crazy Someplace Else…
We’re all stocked up here.
Wanna know what I did on Monday?
Gulp. Craziness. Yep, I did just start running again this summer, after taking over a year off (basically). Nope, I’ve never run further than 13 miles. Yep, I’m questioning my sanity.
Both times I’ve finished a half-marathon in the past, while I’ve felt proud and excited, I’ve also felt a pang of regret—regret that the race stopped at 13.1 miles. Regret that 13.1 miles was as far as I was going to go. Regret that I wasn’t pushing myself *further*.
The idea of running a marathon was something that I toyed with on and off for a few years, but never had the guts to commit to. Then I had Lila, and I lost a lot of my motivation to run at all. Now, the motivation is back. And, I’ll be honest—I look into the future, and I start to think, “Hey, it’s now or never.” We’re hoping to have a second kid eventually—ideally when Lila is three or four. That seems a long way off, but the truth is, that means that I would be pregnant by next fall or winter. Pregnancy is, let’s face it, hard on your body. Recovering from giving birth was a much longer road than I thought it would be, and I can only imagine that it will be the same after number two. Plus, getting long runs in is hard enough now, when we only have ONE child. Training for a marathon with two kids? The thought of that overwhelms me.
I kept getting e-mails about the Huntsville marathon—low price! Right in town! Still months away! And on Monday morning, I thought—screw it. I’m signing up.
I thought about not posting this on the blog at all—training in secret, and just seeing if I could do it. Because the truth is, and I’m very willing to admit this—I might not be able to do it. I’ve been training for my half for about two months, and looking at various training schedules for a marathon, I’m not *that* far behind where I should be. For instance, the Hal Higdon schedule I’ll be loosely following had 14 miles on schedule for Sunday, and I ran 11.5. Not that bad. But, I will have to amp up the training…a LOT. And again, I’m perfectly willing to admit that it might not work out. But registering for the marathon was cheap (cheaper than my half, in fact), and so…what the heck. We’re going to see how it goes. If I feel like I’m on the verge of injury, or if it just starts to feel like *too much*, I can definitely bow out. But…maybe it will go well. Maybe the training will pay off. And maybe by December 15th, I’ll be able to call myself a marathoner?!?
Looking forward to sharing this journey on the blog!