I can’t believe that this weekend is finally here – I’ve been simultaneously counting down the days and dreading its arrival at the same time, why? Because this weekend I run my first ever half-marathon. Ekk!
I’d love to say that I feel ready but mostly I just feel scared – although I’ve been assured that nervousness will change to excitement as the race is about to begin – I currently get a knot in my stomach every time I think about running. My last week of training was pretty awful to be honest. I did my last long run, a whole whopping 12 miles of it and it was horrific. I felt awful, it was unseasonably hot (just for that one day!), I threw up a bit around mile 6 then I cried around miles 7 (and 9, and 10). I gave up and demanded to just walk home because I was in pain and was exhausted but Kathy wouldn’t let me quit and she encouraged me to actually run the last 2 miles home which I was grateful for and completely resentful of in equal amounts. The rest of Sunday was spent napping on the couch. Let’s just say that the only way to make the joys of being a girl even worse are to run 12 miles when you already have stomach cramps…..
….but at least that won’t be the case this weekend. I should feel ready for the race though because it’s been 3 months now since I finally decided to stop making excuses and start actually training instead. Prior to starting the training the furthest I’d run was 4 miles and I was running very inconsistently – but heck I was just proud of the fact that I was running at all.
I signed up for the half-marathon because it seemed like an "impossible for me" achievement, by that I mean I saw and read about other people running half-marathons, full marathons, triathlons and even ironmans (ironmen?) but all of those things seemed like the kind of achievement that would be forever beyond my reach because I thought that I would never be able to do those things.
When I turned 25 I told myself if I put my mind to something then I could do it and I was determined to finish my PhD before I turned 26 (which I did), unfortunately I gained over 30lbs that year too because using chocolate as a motivational tool is delicious and effective but dangerous! So when I turned 26 I told myself that there was nothing stopping me from losing weight except the fear of failure and my chocolate addiction. I lost the weight and it took just a little over 1 year - there's some before and after photos here if you fancy a look. Then turning 27 I already knew that I was capable of pushing myself so one of the 28 goals I set for myself before turning 28 was to (you guessed it) run a half-marathon.
I’m excited, I’m scared, I’m kinda-ready but most of all I’m really thankful for all the support you guys have given me over the 12 weeks of training it means the world to me!
Here we go!