I have never been a runner. In fact the thought of running was never one that I ever entertained even for a second. People who run for fun are absolutely crazy, and those that pay to run races… even crazier. The only time I would be okay with running was if I was being chased by a giant bear, or some other man eating monster… But that all changed last March when after perusing fun runs in our area that I could walk with the kids I asked my aunt if she would want to do The Ultimate Wine Run with me (because lets be honest, any excuse to drink wine is a good one). I would like to think that it is because of the wine that my aunt decided a few days later that we should start Couch to 5K, and run, not walk, this 5K. Was she insane?! Neither one of us have ever run before, and I was confident in our wine drinking skills, but was 100% certain that running 3.1 miles (while consuming wine) would most certainly be the death of us.
On April 23rd 2016 I reluctantly downloaded the Couch to 5K app, put on some of my favorite jams, and got to work. To my amazement I completed Week 1 Day 1 without dying, and continued to progress through the program. Fast forward ten months I have since run several 5ks, a 10k, and have developed a passion for running that I never dreamed possible. I am constantly trying to better myself as a runner, and setting new goals for myself, and I am currently tapering and preparing for my very first half marathon in eight short days! Which leads me to my original question… what have I gotten myself into?
I had originally planned to run my first half would be the Rock ‘N’ Roll half in June. I found the perfect training plan on Pinterest, and got busy training, but after New Years I was looking through local upcoming races and saw that there was a 5k/10k/half/full marathon coming up at the end of February. This meant that I was essentially cutting six weeks out of my training plan, went from three runs a week to four and added two miles to each long run. I would definitely not recommend doing this, but it worked out in the end, and last Sunday I ran my farthest distance yet of 13.1 miles!!! I can not tell you how excited I was at the end of that run! In that one amazing run all of my fears and worries over race day were gone. I had only planned on running 12 miles that day, but my husband’s voice was in the back of my head saying, “what’s one more mile!?” and he was right! I dug deep, and pushed through, and ended that run feeling better than I ever have.
While I am still holding onto the glory of that run, and the unbelievable sense of accomplishment that I felt when it was over, the race day jitters are starting to set in. I want to keep pushing myself, to ensure that it wasn’t a fluke, and that I can run 13 miles again, but I know that I don’t want to arrive at the starting line feeling over trained and fatigued, so I am taking it easy, and trying to enjoy the this time of shorter runs. Fingers crossed I will kill it on race day, and cross the finish line feeling just as great as I did last weekend. And after this, its on to full marathon training….
Here goes nothing!