It seems I feel the need to revisit and re-post this every time I’m in a training cycle. Tomorrow morning, I will run my last long training run before our half marathon on June 5th. I remember so well writing this, after my first ten mile run. There’s no two ways about it, really long runs are still hard for me, no matter how much I love the way I feel when I’m done. With eleven miles staring me in the face tomorrow morning, I give you the Anatomy of a Ten Mile Run….
I honestly don’t know what possessed me to register to run a half marathon. Truly….I like to exercise and have almost always been active, but running? I have a love/hate relationship with running, as in I love to hate it. But, I also have a competitive spirit, so when I see friends around me going for it, and after having watched my brother finish multiple full marathons, I feel like I need to do it. And since turning 40, certain things have changed on my body. Running gives me the biggest bang for my buck as far as calorie-burning. Lastly, since I am in the process of “becoming” (yes, still), I decided that I needed to do new things…things that are completely out of my comfort zone. Running a half marathon certainly qualifies. So, I’m running. I’m still on the fence on whether I like it.
Today, I completed my first-ever ten-mile run. It was a process. I thought I’d share just how it went, mile by mile.
Mile 1 – Oh…my…God….why am I doing this? My legs already hurt. Running stinks (even if the woman walking out the gate at the same time as me made a comment on my cute running shoes). Nine more miles…I’m one-tenth of the way there.
Mile 2 – Dang this road is busy. And this bike lane isn’t very wide. Maybe I should be on the sidewalk? But then I might trip. But hey, my legs aren’t hurting so much anymore. SQUIRREL!!
Mile 3 – Cool song (Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars). AAAAHHH!!! Ankle biter dog chasing me. Thanks, guy on the bike, for distracting said ankle-biter
Mile 4 – I didn’t think there were any hills on this road. Why are all those cop cars at the market over there? Hmmm….that’s a new pain on the side of my right foot. Just keep running, just keep running, just keep running, running, running (a la Dory)
Mile 5 – HALFWAY!!@@@### Holy crackers, Batman…I have to run all that way back now? Where’s the bus? I think I may hop a ride.
Mile 6 – Seriously, what was I thinking? Damn….there’s the hill again.
Mile 7 – Please, Mr. Garbage Truck Driver, please see that I’m running here. Three….more…….miles. Why is the road sticky here? Random.
Mile 8 – Okay, this isn’t so bad. Tired, wish I were done, but two miles, we can do that (yes, I occasionally talk in the third person when I’m running). Ahhh…..traffic light ahead. I get to stop for a minute. Oh really? Yeah, thanks light for turning green for me just when I was going to get a breather.
Mile 9 – Another hill? Can I not run anywhere around here without hitting a hill? How is that right on mile 9? Old guy on the bike….yes, I’m still running. I know, I don’t believe it either.
Mile 9.33 – Come on, you pansy, just .66 to go.
Mile 9.47 – Just over half a mile. Lower your shoulders, stop looking at the mile tracker, and just run.
Mile 9.53 – I think I may throw up. Nope, can’t do that, too much traffic on this road and usually people I know driving by.
Mile 9.77 – I will not be running to the gate. As soon as I hit 10, I’m stopping. Almost there….almost there. It would be really bad to get hit by a car now.
Mile 9.99 – Please turn over, please turn over (me to the running app I use)
Mile 10 – Ahhhhhhh……….now I just have to walk the rest of the way home, but I DID IT!!!!!!!!!
I’ve heard over and over that if you can run six, you can run a half marathon. I wasn’t convinced. In my mind, I was not going to be comfortable until I could run ten. Well, I’ve run ten. The jury is still out whether I’ll make it 13.1.