Thursday, June 27, 2013
26.2 or Bust
I can't believe I'm writing this.
You know that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that won't go away. Yeah, that one. The one that tells you, it's time. You've got to give it a whirl, put your best foot forward and own that "thing" that won't seem to stop permeating your consciousness.
Well, for me, that crazy ass bucket dream is running a marathon or 26.2 miles.
It's been a little over 18 months since I started running and in that time, I've run 4 half marathons, a handful of 5-K and 10-K races and logged in lots of lots of mileage in several pairs of shoes.
Definitively, running has transformed my life. I am stronger. I endure longer. And, I'm more "me" than I've been in a very long time.
So, as I was chatting it up with a guy at my local running store, he said, "What keeps you from going the distance?"
To which I internally replied, "I can't," but said out loud to him, "I'm not sure. I guess I don't want to lose my joy of running by having a really awful experience pushing myself farther than I should."
He laughed and said, "Come on...at least try it once, then, you can put one of those stickers on your car and join the cool club."
I brushed it off and thought, I'm a mom of three little kids. I absolutely don't have time or energy to log in 30 plus mile training weeks. And, who the hell do I think I am? There's no way.
And then, it wouldn't go away...the nagging, the gnawing, the wondering, the hoping, and always the fear that if I don't, I'll never know. And, it could, dare I say, be amazing.
And so, next May 2014, my plan is to run the Lincoln Marathon and my prayer is that I'm not that woman who lost control of her bowels and crapped herself while crawling across the finish line in Boston. Because really, I've got enough troubles with poop at my abode.
Until then, if you see me, just lie and tell me that I can do it. I'm in an all out battle with my mind and heart right now, I need all the support I can get because damn it...I'm all about putting that cool kid club sticker on my beat up Honda.