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This is MY story.
It was a normal January morning like any other. Long to-do list at hand, I set out to conquer one of the most important: Finalize Marathon Training Plan. I knew my training was meant to start the following Monday, and I wanted to be well-organized with my workouts this week before I kicked into high gear. I made the table in Word and as I entered the weeks, I realized: I had been counting the weeks wrong this entire time. Instead of my training starting the next Monday (five days from now), it had ALREADY STARTED, two days ago.
My marathon training started without me!
I felt like a huge idiot. Luckily, I’d run nine miles over the weekend (four in a duathlon and five the day after) and three on Monday, so I was actually fine. But instead of feeling on top of things, I felt blindsides. Most people know their training is starting BEFORE IT HAPPENS. Idiot.
Whatever. I was determined to make up for lost time. Six miles today? No problem! Seriously, not a big deal at all. I’ve run six miles hundreds of times. (Okay, maybe not.) But it’s my FIRST MARATHON TRAINING RUN! I’M PUMPED! WATCH ME FLY!!!!
I had visions of this…
But that was not the Reality.
What really happened was something far more disturbing.
First, I was freezing. Absolutely freezing. Leaving African summer for American winter, and being a naturally cold person anyway, I was caught trying to leave the house in this.
(And that’s not a shoutout at the Muslim half of my family—rather, it’s the best way to drape several blankets around you at once.)
I finally made it outside and man I was not looking so good. I was COLD. Tragically, unspeakably cold. Please ignore the shining California sunshine and get wrapped up in my drama. Thanks.
I warmed up with the agility of a ballerina.
And I set off like a cheetah (see above).
Actually it was more like this.
There were times when I felt weak.
There were times when I wanted to just give up.
But I reached down to the core of my very being and…
I DID IT! I CONQUERED THE RUN!!!!!!
I felt overwhelmed with ecstasy at my once-in-a-lifetime accomplishment.
Yes, my marathon training DID start without me. But I caught right up to it. And kicked it in the bootay.
I wrote this as a joke (obvi) but wanted to bring up the marathon training—I’m on week 3 and it’s going really well. I’m SLOOOOOOOOW (the turtle joke is not at all far from reality) but steady and so far my knees and joints are holding up fine (*fingers crossed*). But I recognize I am in the super-easy part (comparably) and trying just to have fun, even when I’m freezing. (I do look like that when I get outside. Even yesterday. When it was 65 degrees out.) I’ve ran a bit over 60 miles so far and have like 390 or some other really depressing number to go!
While I definitely have my anxieties about the marathon (I’m registered for Big Sur on May 1st) I’m trying to concentrate on the training being a journey in and of itself and remembering what I always say: I run because I can.
You won’t see me posting workout details or mile splits on here—I’m kind of a snail and I don’t think most of you really care—but I did run my fastest 5 miles ever yesterday. In 49 minutes. This is a big accomplishment. I’m not focusing on speed, I just want to have fun and get stronger. And for now, that’s what it’s going to be about.
If you could be on a reality show, which would it be? Or, any training advice for me? : )