From triathlons to… half marathons?
After a crazy whirlwind summer of triathlons, almost weekly road races, and actually finishing the infamous “longest-distance-I’ve-ever-run” Falmouth I was starting to feel a burn out coming on. I figured it was in my best interest to slow down for the fall. Maybe work on my 5K speed, run a few fun races with my buddies… nothing like the last few months of training I just finished. As anyone who knows me well enough can guess, it only took about a week before that idea went completely out the window. Like I’ve said before, I don’t do “take it easy” very well.
Can you believe it? This former fat ass,
half ass bad ass IS GOING TO RUN A HALF MARATHON! (fingers crossed). You may be saying to yourself “So let me get this straight- I just got done listening to you bitch and complain about how tired you were from training all summer and now you’re going to start training for a half marathon? I give up”. If you are having these thoughts while reading this- I hear you. And I won’t be offended if you stop reading 😉
When I sit back and think about everything I’ve accomplished so far, it’s because I had goals set for me. I need numbers, I need time lines, I need ways to see that I am making progress. Goals are what keep me going. They keep me in check. I fear that having time without any specific goals would lead to backsliding and let’s face it – I’ve come too far for that. A very wise man I know likes to remind me of the importance of having objectives and achieving them. Well my friends, meet my new objective.
It’s kind of ridiculous considering that less than a month ago I wasn’t sure I could ever handle 13.1 miles. Falmouth was so hard for me that after I finished I was convinced that I’m just not cut out for long distance running. But even then- there was something still so elusive about a half. So challenging, yet so rewarding. So bad ass. So cool to say. Finishing a half marathon? That’s like, what a real runner does. And we all know how desperately I want to feel like one.
The big day is just two months away- which is kind of nerve wracking when I think about how soon that is. I started my official “half marathon training” on my birthday. Clearly what better way is there to kick off the first day of being 29 than with the first day of a new goal?
So far my long runs haven’t been any further than what I’m used to, but they’re getting dangerously close to exceeding anything I’ve done before. I’m trying to make myself take it mile by mile instead of overwhelming myself with the looming fear of “how will I keep running for THIRTEEN… FREAKING… MILES?“
So while my schedule for the summer was a mix of biking, swimming and running, my fall will pretty much be well, a whole lot of running. Objective: 13.1 miles. It’s going to be hard, it’s going to be a lot of work, and probably painful. It’s going to be the biggest mental game I’ve encountered yet. And to all of that I say… challenge accepted.