It’s me again! Chloe’s been swamped, so I’m sharing with you today. Hope you don’t mind 🙂
Back in 2006, I ran the Marine Corps Marathon.
How did I get there? Well…
One day in the spring of 2006, I was on a kickball team:
A few of my teammates were runners, and one night after a game they were talking about doing the Marine Corps Marathon. I thought to myself, I run (to stay in shape). I was a college athlete (swimming). I’m tough (tough enough to do a marathon?). By the end of the night, we had decided that we were all going to sign up. Um, did I really just commit to a marathon? I’ve never even raced a 5K before.
At the time, I was still lifeguarding in the summer, and spent many mornings running a few miles on the boardwalk, or doing mile ocean swims followed by a beach run, or killing a stair workout at the casino behind my beach, or doing what I was paid to do- saving some lives. I was in good shape, and thought I could just keep increasing my running mileage to be ready.
I don’t have a training plan for my tris, and I didn’t have a training plan for my marathon. I didn’t know what I was doing. I figured I’d just keep running. This was not a good idea. I would HIGHLY recommend finding a training plan instead of just “wingin’ it”. I honestly have no idea what my mileage was while I was training for the marathon, but I know that I only did 2 long runs: one 15 and one 18 miler. Not. Smart.
The day of the race, my inexperienced self showed up to the starting line, feeling nervous. I really had no idea what it was going to be like.
Thankfully, my parents had come down to cheer me on (and to be my paparazzi).
I was feeling pretty good for the first half of the race, until about mile 15. Ugh. I still had 11.2 miles to go. What was I thinking, believing I could run a marathon?
As those negative thoughts creeped into my head, I recalled what one of my lifeguard stand partners said to me, “You’re not going to finish the marathon.” Oh yeah? Watch me.
Two tenths of a mile after I saw that lovely mile marker, I finished. And, I never stopped to walk. I ran a whole marathon!
But it was painful. I’m pretty sure that by mile 20, I could have walked faster than I was running. After that I wasn’t sure I’d ever do a marathon again. Not because I didn’t enjoy myself (I did, in that I like to do hard stuff so I can feel accomplished kind of way!), but because I know that it’s probably not the best for my body to be pounding the pavement for 26.2 miles.
But my competitive spirit told me not to rule out the possibility for the future. A year and a half later, I got into triathlons, and the thought of doing another marathon completely left my thoughts.
I noticed a few weeks ago that the Miami marathon and half marathon fall on my birthday.
This birthday happens to be my “golden birthday” – 29 on the 29th. Do I want to spend my birthday running 26.2 miles? Or would I rather take a trip to the spa and eat some amazing food?
I chuckled to myself for even thinking about registering, as the excuses ran through my head. I’m not even finished my tri season; I should focus on my last race! It’s on my birthday, I should relax with my girlfriends! I don’t want to go to Miami alone; races are always better with friends! If I sign up, I’ll hardly get any bit of down time before I need to start training (with a training plan).
But…after all of those excuses, I’m still thinking about doing it…
The race is in January…In Miami…I could make it a 3-day weekend…
My finger is awfully close to the “Register” button…
Help! Do I do it?