I’ve been training so long, it’s hard to believe it’s coming up so quickly now!
As of this moment, I am 3 days and 15 hours (and some minutes) from the start of my first half-marathon. A year ago, that concept would have had me laughing. Hard. Like pee-your-pants hard.
But a funny thing happened on May 21, 2016. I got out of the house and took a walk. It was about 2 miles, wearing the kind of shoes that give you blisters, and really slow.
But it was a walk. On purpose.
That was the start of a year-long adventure in setting goals, finding community, making healthier choices, and pushing myself to do things that seemed a little crazy. Especially for a fat woman turning 50.
After a couple of 5Ks turned into a 10K, and the 10K walks turned into 8-10 milers, I set my sights on a 13.1 mile race. I knew I needed time to get faster, so late spring felt possible. The interwebs offered up several choices… not all of which are friendly to walkers.
I chose the Marine Corps Marathon Historic Half. Partly because I have heard amazing things about the MCM as an event. And partly because I had hoped we could take our motorcycles up on the AutoTrain and ride home. That hasn’t worked out for this round but adventures still await.
It wasn’t until after I registered that I realized the significance of the race date. I would be walking my first half-marathon on the anniversary of that first “get up off the couch” walk.
I don’t know what my time will look like… I’m hoping that I can manage the nerves and the hills well enough to average 14-15 minute miles, which would mean I’d finish under 3.5 hours. My last couple of races, I’ve been well under 14, but that’s here in the flat swamplands of Central Florida.
Regardless, I will confess to more than a little pride in the fact that I’m going to start that race in roughly 3 days and 15 hours.
Because while I’m competitive enough to want an official time that is faster than my practice times. I have accomplished so much more than walking a shit-ton of miles in a year.
- I have lost almost a supermodel’s worth of weight, which is most visible part of this adventure.
- I have gained a resting heart rate. And normal blood pressure.
- I have re-gained flexibility and strength that I was pretty sure were gone forever.
- I have re-learned how to rest and sleep.
- I have changed my relationship to food (for the better).
- I have bought girl clothes. And I have worn them. In public. Without irony.
- I have learned how to make time for me sacred. And by making space for the Spirit to join me there… I am experiencing daily times of Sabbath
Yeah… there’s a pretty good chance I’ll be weeping 3 days, 18 hours and however many minutes from now. There’s mix of pride, amazement and gratitude for the way the human body responds to challenges that comes at the end of every race, and more of that mix has a way pushing out through the tear ducts as the distances have gotten longer.
Here’s To the difference a year can make. Really!