Yesterday I ran 9 miles uphill. Amazing and also a tiny bit painful. Why did I do this? Because I’m a damn fool and I registered for the Mt. Lemmon (half) Marathon – 13.1 miles, all uphill.
Why did I do that? Not totally sure. I registered for the race in some post-holiday, post-hometown visit, fit of ennui and confusion. I spent 10 days in Tucson this holiday break and it was an awesome-to-weird-to-awkward-to-horrible 10 days. I got back to Portland and immediately wanted a hometown do-over, so I registered for this race.
And now I run hills. Every day. Then I do this:
We’re watching Lost Girl. Nacho loves it more than I do.
Anyone else have a race coming up that you’re simultaniously excited for and terrified about? Details, and training plans please!
I’m about to head out for my long Sunday run. Going 10 miles today which, miraculously, has become a distance that seems like no big deal. It never ceases to amaze me what my body can get used to doing.
A year ago, being able to run for three miles without stopping or wanting to puke was the goal. And not that many months ago, six miles was my proudest accomplishment. Then 10, now 13. Who knows, maybe sometime soon I’ll look back and think “gosh, 13 miles — how easy.”
A week ago tomorrow I did my first half marathon race.I made some silly rookie mistakes probably. The most notable is that I got there SO early — like at the same time as the race organizers setting up the aid stations. I could have gotten another hour of sleep. There was a sliver lining though: pristine porta potties. I got to use them before they were all pooped up.
I finished a full 30 minutes faster than I expected to. It was so much fun. I had a rough patch through mile six, but I kept thinking “after you pass this mile you will have run further than the distance left to finish so just keep going.” Somehow that worked. Mostly, the race was just really fun. I felt so amazing, so joyful the whole time. And, of course, after about an hour my brain did that awesome runner’s high thing it does where everything I’m passing looks somehow more in focus, where I’m sure that everything –other people, blades of grass, animals — are cheering for me specifically.
It’s a lot like this actually (complete with “WHY AM I HERE?!” screaming leading up to the “high” feeling):
Need proof — check out the smile on my face in this picture below… this is right as I crossed the finish line exactly 2 hours after I started. I couldn’t feel my legs (until I stopped running that is, then … ouch) and it’s actually a little hard to remember exactly what I was thinking in this shot but I do know I was completely happy. Which, if you know me, is saying a lot.
Not trying to be a blog post tease, just SUPER busy at work this week. Still, how can I deny you this amazing glamour shot?
This is my "I just forced myself to eat an energy gel and it was straight up NASTY" face.
I did it. It was awesome. I smiled the whole way. I finished 30 minutes faster than I expected and ran a minute faster than the pace I trained at the whole way. So rad.
And I want to tell you all about it. But not right now. Because right now all I want to do is eat pistachios and drink beer (a rare thing for me during training!) and watch season two of the X-files on Netflix instant.
So until I get the energy to write down all of today’s amazingness I’ll leave you with a really dorky picture of me and my finisher’s medal:
By this time tomorrow I will have run my first half marathon. I’m really excited and ready. I’m carbo-loaded, rested, stretched out and hydrated. My race clothes are laid out. My alarm is set for 4:15 a.m. (painnnn!)
And now I’m trying to go to sleep while it’s still light out.