No one is more amazed than I am that I successfully ran anything. If I think about it too much, I actually find it confusing and surreal.
I've been contemplating trying to run a full marathon ever since I finished the the half marathon. Originally, I thought a new challenge would be good to help me keep my workouts on track. Part of me was probably a little afraid I'd pack the 60 pounds back on if I didn't stay on track.
my 39th birthday started approaching and I started thinking I should go for the full marathon as a last hurrah before turning 40. My knees aren't getting any younger and I thought if I'm ever going to do it I may as well do it before my knees get any older.
I even read a couple books about marathons while I was debating it. Books that didn't sugar coat how hard it would be. Books that mention blisters and toe nails falling off and how the last 6.2 will feel like a lifetime.
I thought the 13.1 miles felt really, really long both times I ran a half marathon. I remember seeing my Garmin hit mile 9 and being amazed that I felt like I had been running forever and lived a whole lifetime out on the course only to realize I still had another 4 miles to go. A marathon is twice the distance as a half marathon. If a half marathon felt like a lifetime by mile 9, I have mad respect for 26.2. And at my slow plodding 10 minute mile pace, a marathon would take me 5 hours to finish. In a row. Running. 5 hours. Did I mention 5 hours? That's sick on so many levels. Seriously.
The most popular topic in my house during the show is will the guy successfully complete the obstacles. Sometimes we like to pretend we could do it better than the contestants. They had one obstacle recently that involved hanging from a bar and using your arms to sort of bicycle the bar to move you and the bar 15 feet. My kids claimed it looked easy.
After I laughed they enjoyed telling me there's no way I could do it. I laughed and agreed. And then my husband, who had only been half listening while closely monitoring NFL.com said to me without even thinking about it, You didn't think you could run a half marathon either but you did. And then he told my kids, You never know.
Truer words have never been spoken. And that's when I knew I had to try.
So I'm pretty scared. My friend Pinterest has been comforting me by pointing out that doing scary things is good for me.
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My trip to hell and back started at the end of August. 5 pleasant miles in 85 degree weather. Followed by 6 tough miles in 93 degree weather. And 7 death march miles this past weekend swimming through humid as hell 87 degrees. Please tell me cooler weather is coming soon.
Worst case scenario is the hot mess express stuck walking the last 16 miles in tears wishing someone would just shoot me to put me out of my misery. Best case scenario is a sprint across the finish line waving my hands in the air like I just don't care using every last drop in my gas tank. My money is on somewhere in the middle.
I can't wait to find out how it turns out. But still really, really intimidated. I've decided excited but intimidated isn't a bad place to be.
Let's do this. Or let's at least try.