Back in early January I succumbed to that odd resolution-making phenomenon that strikes so many of us. I wasn’t content to make a normal resolution though, you know, like the one I’ve made for each of the last 7 years – I’m going to lose the baby weight this year! ALL of it!
Yeah. Still hasn’t worked out for me! I’m closer than ever before (now within 5 pounds of what I weighed when I found myself pregnant with 3), but it’s been a battle.
So what did I do this year? I thought to myself, self, if you had an awesome fitness goal maybe that weight thing would happen on it’s own. You know what would be a great idea? Sign up for a half marathon!
And I listened to myself. Idiot. I should have resolved to do something awesome like “try 15 new flavors of ice cream”.
I’ve got lots of runner friends, and friends who’ve aspired to be runners, trained and completed a half, and then realized they hated running. I’ve never once been jealous of their training runs, but lets face it, even 5Ks are pretty fun to do! The atmosphere, the free food… it’s good stuff! Know what they give you at the end of a half? BLING! I want bling! Plus, I’m one of those “I just want to say I’ve ____” kind of people.
So on January 4th I signed up for a half marathon, that was scheduled to happen a little over 4 months later.
Part of me regrets it, and part of me is glad I put the money down and committed to it.
I’m really not a runner. I’ve done the Couch to 5K program so many times, because I’ll complete it, run a race, tell myself I hate running, go back to sitting on the couch, 8 months later find myself too sloth-like, and re-start the C25K program. Again.
I have running issues.
I’ve done pretty well with this training, especially with the early on shorter runs, but I still don’t love running, in fact, I don’t even really “like” it much. I hate feeling winded, and tired, and honestly, I’d rather sit on the couch, drinking coffee in my quiet house, than go for a run after dropping the kids off at school.
On the plus side, I’ve worked out far more often this winter than I would have had I not signed up for this race. I’ve also discovered that my body is stronger than I give it credit for. This morning my legs felt thinner! I know that was a result of some tightness from yesterday’s 7 miles, but it still felt awesome this morning!
So here I sit – just under 4 weeks until my very first half marathon. I haven’t done as many of the “long” runs as I should have by now, which makes me a little nervous, but it is what it is. I’m determined to finish, so that I can take a selfie with my bling, and indulge in post-race goodies, and most importantly (to me anyway) to be able to say “I’ve done that!”. Oh, and to prove Nick wrong. When I told him I signed up, he scoffed and said he didn’t think I could do it. I suspect he’s running some reverse psychology on me, which isn’t fair because that’s supposed to be reserved for the kids!
Who knows, maybe I’ll find the race so intoxicating that I’ll be crazy enough to do another one, but at this point I’d say “I doubt it”.