Sunday was a major milestone in my life and one I probably will not only boast about for a long time, but brag to my kids about when I'm 50. You ready for this?
I ran and finished my first ever half marathon!
(don't mind the WOOL shirt I chose to wear!!!! It was threatening to rain and I wanted to be sure I was warm. But of course it never rained!)
I know, right? CRAZY.
I've been quietly training for this thing for about 3 months, ish. At the time I began I was unemployed, bummed with my repeated failure at my personal eating goals, and Mark suggested I accomplish something big like running a half marathon. I came up with a slew of reasons not to run a race right off the bat. For instance, running a great distance, training, and all the pain that would come along with the package was not something that sounded "fun" to me. I've never been a runner. I've never played a running sport like soccer or softball. I'm slow. With short legs. And I'd need a training buddy. But the more silly my excuses became the more I realized Mark was right. I needed something really BIG to challenge me beyond my comfort zone.
Before committing, I did a whole bunch of research, mostly to try to show Mark I couldn't do it. I looked at training schedules, eating suggestions, possible outcomes of injuries, and testimonies of people who completed such a task. And what I found was that I was actually the ideal person to set such a personal goal. I was already running 3-4 miles at least 3 times a week. I enjoyed running outdoors way more than on a treadmill. I could run, period. That alone is huge because so many people have injuries that inhibit them from running. I was in fairly good shape. I can and do cross train. I have a pretty simple personal schedule these days and Mark was headed toward grad school, freeing up some more of my time that would otherwise be spent with him!
So with every excuse I could possibly come up with refuted, I personalized a training schedule for myself and I jumped right in to training on the Fourth of July.
Training went very well. I had Mark running long runs on Saturdays with me. I ran in the wee hours of the morning during the work week, and I generally felt really good after every run. As I increased my mileage I continued to progress and stretch myself and thrived on the high of a completed run. I learned the value of being mentally prepared, and the power of positive thinking during a run. Which was a hard lesson that I failed on my 12 miler when I couldn't push past pain and had to stop at 10.5 miles and walk the rest of the way home fighting back tears. But aside from those few hard lessons, I was on on schedule to finish this thing.
Another thing I should mention is about a week before my half marathon, I pulled a muscle in the back of my leg and felt pain focused mostly in the back of my knee. I don't know how I actually injured it but noticed it hurt after my body cooled down from my workout. I hobbled on it for a day and it seemed to get a little better. A few days later I hadn't felt much healing progress, but attempted one of my last runs before the race. Mid run my leg throbbed! And I panicked. So I headed straight to my doctor and he diagnosed a hamstring pull. He did a bunch of nerve work on me (craniopathic) and I walked out of his office with a taped up hamstring (from booty to lower knee) and no pain. He said he didn't recommend I run, but knew I would anyways, and said I would probably survive but result in aggravating the injury.
I ran.
I finished.
I finished RUNNING!
One of my best runs ever in all my training, except for the injury pain that crept up at about mile 7.
I was super nervous at the start of the race. Everyone was passing me left and right, and I didn't like the feeling of being behind. But it turns out I was not behind. In an out and back part of the run, I was able to see
lots of people were actually behind me, some walking, others jogging, and I was not LAST.
The course was through farming country and we weaved in and out of neighborhoods of farming families. I was able to forget about the race I was running and really notice the beauty of the valley offset by the mountains, the flowers, the animals, and the
cute little homes! I want to own one of those farmettes one day! What a great distraction!
I refueled at mile 8 with a gel and some electrolytes at a water station and then it was all focus on finishing. Mile 10 things got mentally difficult. Mile 11 was a relief to see. Mile 11.5ish I felt lightheaded and thought I would pass out. I asked Mark if it was possible to pass out while running. He said 'no' but I still think it is possible. I pushed forward anyway.
And then mile 12 was different. After running on the side of a paved road for 11 miles, this last mile was on a hiking trail around a lake in the state forest preserve. It was littered with small rocks and pebbles. It was curvy. And it really aggravated my left ankle and my right hamstring. This trail is really the only place I stopped running for parts of any of the race. I was able to charge the little hills on the trail, but going down the hills my ankle felt like it was about to give out and roll. So I gingerly walked down the little hills, holding Mark's hand. Then I would run again, fighting back tears from the pain in my hamstring and the pain in my ankle until we came upon another hill. Mark sweetly talked me through all these little hurdles and caringly understood not to push me beyond what I knew I was capable of.
After the longest mile in my life, we emerged from the forest and the finish line was in sight! My last wave of adrenaline hit and I burst through the finish line sprinting! They took my photo, gave me a ribbon, and a water bottle. I remember asking Mark if we could stop now and he laughed and said yes. I limped the rest of the day.
We refueled with some of the tasty goodies they had. There was bread and peanut butter, hard boiled eggs, Oreo cookies, mixed berry shortcake and whip cream, orange slices and salad. The tastiest of all of them: Oranges. And I never eat oranges. But they were clearly what my body needed at that point, so I ate 5 slices. And an Oreo. Because I had just burned 1350 calories. Loved that part.
Thoughts a Day Later: It was worth it. I feel accomplished. And proud I did it. I think one day I will run a half marathon again. But next year. Not anytime soon, that is for sure. Eventually I'll want to see if my time would improve if I didn't have injuries going in to the race. I think it would.And now that I've done it, I know I can do it again.
Maybe... the Seattle Rock and Roll Half Marathon in June.... Who's with me? Anyone??
XOXO!!
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