Life has a funny way of working out.....always. Just when you think you know something, life comes around and lets you know that you don't know anything.
Last year I ran my very first half marathon with a horrendous training schedule. The longest distance I ran was 8 miles. But, I finished at 2:48, walking about a mile of it, so it was under a 13 minute mile, and I was happy. All winter, I did very short runs at faster paces. By the time I started running in earnest for training I was doing 6 miles under 11 minutes. I thought - oh yeah - I'm going shave a good minute and a half of my per mile time. Hah.
I'm not exactly sure what went wrong. I think maybe it was that I had to do too many of my runs on the treadmill because of the dark unitl I started a running club. And, then after my 8 miler, I felt great everywhere else except for in a weird spot near my ankle where I had an old break. The cycle would be feeling ok on long runs, horrible on recovery run, better at my 2nd run of the week and then ok for long run. And so the cycle continued. Tendonitis, arthritis, stress fracture? I'm still not exactly sure, but after my long run last week of 10 miles, I couldn't even walk on Monday - I was limping bad. Terror set in even thought I wanted to pretend it didn't. I decided to not run during the week, do some biking and strength training and leave the race to God. I ran a quick mile yesterday just to remind my body how to do it. It was painful, but ok.
I woke up this morning just promising myself to have fun, take in the scenery and see what happened (although part of my brain did envision ending up on a stretcher).
And, I did it, running the whole way which was really my goal all along. The great irony? I did it in 2:47 minutes. One minute better than my time last year (where I walked for a mile or so).
What does this tell me? Well, I don't think I'm really built for speed, but if I am, then I need to do more longer runs than I did this year in training and more speed drills in longer runs. What is the other thing that it tells me? It ain't about the time, it's about the training, the commitment and getting er' done.
My proudest moment - there was a quarter of a mile hill at mile 8 that most people in my pack walked. I just put my head down and somehow found the energy to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with walking, but my goal this year really was to run the whole thing. I did it. I really did.
Thanks to everyone for all of their support. And thank goodness it's over :).
Adventuresses in healthy living.