"Running is the greatest metaphor for life,
because you get out of it what you put into it."
At
some point last fall, in the midst of my quarter life crisis, I decided it
would be a great idea
to run a marathon... 26.2 miles... In my 26th year.
of course if I had stopped to give it some real thought, I might have
considered the fact that starting a marathon training program, in the middle of
winter, in Minnesota, after not really considering myself a 'runner' for a
number of years... May not have been the best idea I’ve ever had.
Be that as it may, here I am.
After thinking long and hard about where I’d like to run, I narrowed my search
down to two options: Anchorage and San Francisco. These particular races both fell
at what I considered to be the ideal time of year to run (summer), in cities I
would like to visit, and in climates I thought wouldn't be completely
inhospitable. San Francisco is arguably my favorite city in the country, and I’ve
always dreamt of going to Alaska, so those were my choices. I thought the
decision would be difficult, but after a good friend reminded me of the
hill-y-ness that is San Fran, that was that...
The Mayor's Midnight Sun Marathon,
Anchorage Alaska, June 22, 2013.
Now
there was a point in my life when I did consider myself very (alright, at least
a little) athletic. Unfortunately for me, that point was more than a couple
years ago now. After weighing the pros and cons of various training programs, I
decided on Hal Higdon's novice 1 marathon training. This may or may not be the
best one out there, but it makes sense for me.
Rest
one day, run 3 days, rest one, long run, cardio. Repeat, in various ways, 18
times, and boom, you've run a marathon. Simple.
Sounds great!
Well... It sounded great.
Yesterday, Tuesday Feb. 19th was the first day of my training, and of course,
the windchill was -17 (yes, -17). Luckily, we are treadmillsitting for
my fiancé’s parents, and after dragging the beast of a contraption upstairs, I
did successfully run my first 3 miles. (Pause for shock and
awe). This may sound like a small feat, and yes, compared to 26, it is
very (very, very) small. I do need to pat myself on the back, however, and
congratulate myself for at least getting started. (Yay me!)
Greg (my fiancé) helped me kick off my renewed running enthusiasm last
weekend at the 'hearts r' running' 5k in Como Park (picture below). I
thought running might be like riding a bicycle you know? Just strap the shoes
back on and off you go...? Hah. Not exactly. As I dragged myself, wheezing slightly,
with a sore hip, and frost bitten face, across the finish line... I couldn't
help but ask myself what the hell I’m thinking.
But again, here I am.
This blog is really for me. I think it might help if I document my training, in
the process forcing me to admit some fears, and perhaps failures, but
also a place to celebrate successes. There isn't any part of me that believes
this will be an easy process, and I almost decidedly will at some point want to
throw my hands up and walk away (or limp away) from all of it. But there is a
bigger part of me, the part that knows that running a marathon is something I’ve
always wanted to accomplish, the part that remembers how lazy and sluggish I’ve
been feeling since college, and the part that loves the peace of mind and
runners high after pushing through the run.... That part of me will win out.
So long as my body doesn't
completely fail me (heh) I will push through to June 22, and I will document it
all here.
Wish me luck! :)
