My original 4 readers know that I ran(ish) the Marine Corps Marathon in 2008, barely a year after my boys were born. A marathon was something I’d always wanted to complete. I’d trained, but not horribly hard. I would say that the best way to avoid an injury while training was to not train that much. The race itself was fantastic and I finished and didn’t get swept up in the pokey-mobile. Which was really my goal. The marines were on point (and cute too).
But, I think I was crazy. I really believe I had no idea how far 26.2 miles was. I was still post-partum, maybe the thyroid meds hadn’t really kicked in. I don’t know what. I would run 17 miles in the summer heat and think nothing of it. I didn’t get tired. I just didn’t think about it. I was also home full time and looked foward to the hours of solitude during a run.
Now I know better. My head is clear. I understand distance, time and space. 26.2 miles is VERY VERY FAR. I am much more intimadated this time around because I now have expectations of how I will do and also, I know how far it is. Did I mention that its far?
I’m in it though. I’m going to do it and I’m excited for it. I’d like to finish upright and in a reasonable amount of time. I weigh a bit less, so less of me to carry to the finish line. I’ve got a great MP3 player and the RunKeeper App which is basically a garmin and has training plans loaded onto it. I’m committed.
But damn, is it far.
