I haven’t written a post in ages, I’m tardy to my own party. I’m so ashamed that I refuse to even go back and see the date of my last post. I don’t even have a good excuse, life just got in the way. Work got busy, and, well a little emotionally exhausting, which didn’t leave me much room for creativity here. I am happy to say that not all of myself has been wrapped up in my career rut, I’ve been training to run my first ever half marathon!
For those keeping count, that is 13.1 miles, something I never, ever, would have , EVER, considered. Did I mention ever? If the high school me would have known I would go on to pick up running, I would have laughed till I cried. Let me paint a picture for you: I was somewhat athletic growing up, I was a dancer, and in my prime, I was dancing about six days a week at about three hours at a time. I was not only a competitive dancer at my high school, I was also enrolled in dance classes outside of that. There were many a night where I was changing my clothes going from class to practice in the back seat of my parents’ car. Anyway, I was in shape, but when it came to running the mile for the fitness test every year, I just couldn’t. I had to run around the track FOUR times for it to equal a mile, and I couldn’t. I’d run the first length, get a pain in my side, and walk the rest. I was queen of the 20 minute mile.
Which is why I can’t believe what I’m doing. I started getting the itch about two years ago, the year leading up to my 30th birthday. I had my 1/3 life crisis, and thought I needed to run while I can. Also, my best friend had started running that year, which really inspired me and gave me the courage to sign up for my first 5k. From there I ran another 5k and two amazing 10ks, The Oakley Women 10k, and now I’m training for a half marathon.
Working myself up to these isn’t the only reason I’m running a half. My husband came across an ad in the paper for the Rock n Roll Half Marathon in Brooklyn, the first time it’s coming to New York City, on my birthday. Steve offered it up as a birthday present, and I thought he was nuts. But then I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What better way to ring in my 32nd year than to accomplish this major fete, so I went back to him and said I’m in. He bought me and my bestie the entries, and I’ve been training ever since.
I can’t believe that I’m sticking to this, and as of today, my furthest run is 10 miles! I sure have come a long way from the young girl who used to walk the mile in gym class. Long live the Queen!