Signing up to run a marathon was the first step, and now I’m well into training. Here is part three of my achievements and obstacles throughout the process, and a look at what lies ahead! Check out part one and part two to catch up with me!
One thing I did not think would happen throughout my training process was that the time would go by fast. I know this may sound silly, but when you are looking at a strict 18-week program, the light at the end of the tunnel looks very faint – a pin drop, if you will. However, here I am with some impressive mileage under my belt and about six weeks left to go.
Looks like I’m doing this solo…
I previously discussed how my friend and running buddy got injured. We thought she would only be out for a couple of weeks, and then she would turn around and catch up to my training – not so much. After she ran three miles and then could barely walk the next day, we knew she couldn’t do it – it just wasn’t good for her. But I have come so far – I’m still in it, though maybe not to win it.
Finding the inner motivation
Finding out my friend was injured in some ways gave me an out. I mean, I signed up so I could train and run with someone, right? Wrong. I had already run 14 miles, what’s the point in stopping there?! Gearing myself up for longer and longer runs was not easy, but I wasn’t about to quit.
Do you KNOW how long running 17 miles takes?
It is one thing to say, ‘hey, I am going to run 17 miles today,’ and it is an entirely different thing to actually go out and do it. Well, I did it – and it was FAR from easy.
I’m a big fan of finding places where I can do laps of some kind – and the longer these laps are, the better. For my 17-miler, I found a 4-mile loop that I knew would be both hilly and aesthetically pleasing (hopefully this would keep my mind off the fact that I was running for the next few hours). To make sure I didn’t get bored, I did three laps with the ocean and beach on display in some sections and then took a different route on the way there and back.
However, after my second lap, my struggle had nothing to do with being bored – I had a sharp shin splint on my left leg. The pain seemed dull in comparison with the rest of my body, which was just plain ol’ aching. Nearly three hours after I set out for my run, I returned home – yes, nearly three hours. In that time, I could have watched almost all of Titanic, driven to another state or flown from Boston to Chicago, with some time to spare. Instead, I was running – and I am pretty proud of that. If you told me a year ago this is what I would up to, I would have laughed hysterically in your face.
Oh boy, just over a month left
One month – I have one month to get ready for this. I keep telling myself (obviously in a vain attempt to make myself feel better) that if I can run 17 miles by myself, with just my own mind and some music to keep me company, I can run 26.2 with a bunch of people and adrenaline rushing through me. Of course, that 20-mile mark that I will hit three weeks before The Big Day will really show I can do this. Right, I can do this…