One of the many steps I’m taking to become the woman I want to be, is to exercise more. It probably falls below “Write more letters” but above “Shower Daily.” This endeavor started out as dates with the treadmill at the Y. Half-a-mile here, a mile there. As my endurance improved, I sucked it up and registered for a 5K race. That race went so well (read: I finished without walking or dying) that I decided to look into other races. As of right now, we have a 5K we’re running this week and next week.
I know! We’re crazy! Crazy Awesome 5k Runners!
Somewhere along the way, I thought I’d brave longer distances. Since we’ll be in Slidell, LA for Thanksgiving this year, we looked into the Turkey Day Race in New Orleans which is 5 miles. 5 miles is longer than a 5K (I’m smart) – but not too much longer that it could be unattainable. So, as of right now, that is the only solid goal in my running future: A 5 mile race in late November.
That said – I’ve just completed my first week in Hal Higdon’s Marathon training program.
Holy Shit. I just said “marathon.”
It’s an 18 week program and there is really no specific marathon I’m training for. I’m not confident I’ll make it past four weeks in the program, so actually finding a marathon to run seems too far off my radar to consider. This training takes a lot of time, and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t have a lot of that to spare. It’s hard for me to solidly commit to something that could take 10 hours out of my already cramped week. There is a lot of TV to watch.
However, I wanted to start somewhere, and I figured that if I can’t complete the whole marathon program, I might at least be able to run a half-marathon along the way. Isn’t there a saying that says “It’s better to try and fail than never try at all”? That’s kinda my mentality. Or maybe it’s, “Where the hell is my cake?”
There are a few long-distance races coming up that I’m considering running, but I’m scared to commit to anything longer than a 10K until I get closer to those distances in my program. There’s a half-marathon in Tucson that my brother said he’d run with me, and there’s a full marathon in Nashville in April that seems like it would be fun, but I really don’t have any concrete plans yet. I’ll just keep those dates in my head as I work through the program.
If I can’t finish the program, I’m still wanting to make running a part of my lifestyle. Why can’t I be a runner? Just because I’ve sat on my ass for the first 30 years of my life doesn’t mean I can’t become active for the next 30 years, right? Even if I can’t run a marathon, the periodic 5K (or 10K) will still set a great example for my kids and keep me healthy so I can live to nag them well into adulthood.
And really – what better motivation is there for a healthy lifestyle than prolonged torture of your loved ones?