What Have I Done…?

Well, here it is December 2015, and I am just now coming to grips with something I did in September.

In September, I signed up for a marathon. A full, 26.2 mile MARATHON! The thing I said I would NEVER, ever do. I am doing it. While I found the actual process of signing up easy; all I needed to do was give them money – I didn’t actually feel scared about doing it. In fact, I even made fun of the decision:

It started innocent enough. I thought how lonely my “13.1” sticker looked on the back of my car, and how a “26.2” would really liven up the car. Then I asked my brother-in-law, the poor guy I have been dragging with me on this running journey since early 2012, if he was going to run Eugene again this coming spring.

He of course, said yes. Then I asked if he was going to run the full or the half. He confidently answered the full, because “… I want to do one before I turn 40, so now or never.”

My response, of course, was “Yeah, I want to do one before you turn 40 too.”

So, like I said, innocent enough. But now I am TWO months into my crazy 30 week training plan. I hit 100 miles in October, then took one too many vacations and slacked in November. Am I really going to be a non-starter??

HELL NO!!

It is December 2nd, and I have all month to nab another 100 miles! I am signed up for private yoga lessons to stretch the parts of me that running hardened, and I have a new desire to not die in May. I figure another way to keep me accountable to my plan – is to check in here.

So with that, here is my check in for today.

Today I ran 6 miles.

I packed everything I needed in my handy safeway plastic bag (give me a break, it was early) and off to work I went this morning. That was after a morning that included falling into a puddle of laundry soap thanks to mischievous cats and cleaning up vomit, also thank you cats. By the time lunch rolled around, I was ready to throw the towel in and start eating my spaghetti. But, I looked up at the training schedule I posted above my computer and knew I wanted to go.

Midway through changing, I realized I made it to work with only ONE sock. “Nope, that won’t stop me,” I thought. I threw on my work socks, pulled them up to my knees, and rolled my purple running tights over them. Ain’t nobody got time for no socks!

As soon as I started running, thoughts filled my head, as they usually do. They included, in no particular order:

 

My spaghetti

My husband

What my dog was doing right now

If I remembered to feed the cats

Where had I put my car keys

Did I have to pee

Was that guy looking at me

Wedgie

 

Yes, the life of a runner is lovely. After thinking for what felt like hours, the man in my headphones told me I had only five more miles to go.

Balls.

This run was quickly becoming a bore, which is writer’s block for runners.

Now, for those of you who don’t know, I do most my running in downtown Portland around the waterfront. You can cross any number of bridges and get a 3 mile loop in. You can do that loop multiple times, or extend the southern end of the run with a relatively small chance of getting mugged. If mugged is what you are looking for, by all means, extend the northern part of the loop.

By mile two, I was on the east side of the loop, running towards my second of four planned bridge crossings – right when the bridge went up. As usual, this means the race was really on, and suddenly I was not as bored. I turned on my heels and ran back the way I came towards the next bridge. The goal with these bridge raises is to see if you can beat the boat to the next bridge, and cross before you get caught. A great way to practice speed work and pretend you are faster than a full-speed boat.

Of course, by the time I got to the next bridge crossing, the boat had long since passed, and I had another two miles to go. But, by now, I had plenty of new thoughts to occupy my mind. Such as:

 

My spaghetti

My husband

What my dog was doing right now

If I remembered to feed the cats

Where had I put my car keys

Did I have to pee

Was that guy looking at me

Wedgie

 

Then, like the sound of Harrison Ford’s voice, the man in my headphones told me I had reached my goal of six miles, and I jumped for joy, and took a selfie. Because, really, if you don’t have a selfie to document it, the run doesn’t really count…

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Until next time, keep your feet on the pavement!

 

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