I always thought “they” were crazy.
Who in the world would want to run further than a few miles?
Not I…well, in a way I did.
In my mid twenties, I started jogging.
Nothing big, a couple of miles about 4 times a week.
I stopped for a while.
Trying to get pregnant & jogging didn’t fit well together.
It wasn’t even a thought until about 1.5 yrs after the kids were born.
Of all months to start, I decided July was the best.
Don’t ask me why my brain thought July.
Guess if I could run during one of the hottest months
of the year, I would maybe stick with it.
I did well for a while.
Ran about 2.5 miles per day, 4-6 times a week.
But once again, had to stop.
This time the culprit was the knee.
So I substituted w/ Jillian.
But it just wasn’t the same.
So again, I chose July to start running.
I was upping the mileage.
And then Diana came in to my life.
She is my BRB (best running buddy).
She is the reason I go on days I don’t feel like it.
But best of all, we motivate ONE ANOTHER to keep going.
We started tackling the miles.
3 miles 3 times a week & then a longer jog on Fridays.
There was talk of signing up for a 10k.
By that point, we were running a 10k on Friday runs.
It wasn’t a challenge.
Then she proposed a half marathon. (more…)
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I always thought “they” were crazy.
The last couple of weeks of half-marathon training have been pretty standard. My hours on the treadmill have steadily increased, as the sun is going down earlier every night and it is difficult for me to get out before dark. It was nice at the height of summer to be able to step out my door after the kids went to bed and the air was cooling off. My route took me past several farms, and it was encouraging to look across the fields to see trees silhouetted against the red and purple evening sky.
It’s a different story now if I try to go out after the kids are in bed, when Daryl is home to watch them. Bright headlights in my eyes, honking horns zooming past, the feeling of being trapped between a steep drainage ditch and a car traveling 6o mph. I am not sure why people become so rude after dark, but it can be downright dangerous.
So I keep my outdoor runs for the weekends, or for days when I know the kids will cooperate in the jogging stroller. Luckily, my longest runs occur on the weekends! I finally reached a personal record for distance, running 12 miles in 145 minutes. That was one minute slower than I had hoped (I was aiming for 12 minutes per mile), but that was not enough to discourage me. When I stopped running at the 12 mile mark, I was still feeling like I could have gone another mile, but I made myself stop, not wanting to overdo it. A week later, I went to face my first half marathon, the Buckeye 1/2 marathon. I was confident that I could finish, although I was still sore from my previous 12 mile run.
The course went through the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Many, many years ago, I had lived near here, and in an attempt to get fit, my room mate and I started jogging. The course overlapped the route that my friend and I used to take, and I really enjoyed it. It was very scenic and beautiful. Throughout the race, we ran along views of the Cuyahoga River, catching glimpses of scenic river bends and trees just starting to turn colors. Memories flooded back of canoeing along the very same bends. It was peaceful and beautiful, but it was also hilly. It felt like 90% of the course was going uphill. I kept waiting for the downhill portion, but it never came. Although the grade was gradual at points, it was still uphill.
I had told Daryl to wait for me at the ten mile mark, knowing that is a point where I would need some encouragement. (more…)