I've often heard of this overwhelming sense of accomplishment that people feel after running a half marathon or a full marathon. I have also wondered what it might feel like to finish one myself.
One random day at work I was talking to a friend on gchat (of course) and she asked me to run a half marathon with her in Baltimore ... Sure! What the hell? I paid my 75 dollar entry fee and told almost everyone I knew "I AM running a half marathon in October".. A few people thought it was interesting but no one else really cared. I think I signed up in July and planned to start training in August.
Well August came and went...
I got married- went on my honeymoon, you know, the usual summer shenanigans! In the whole month I might have ran a total of 7 miles. So that means (31 days in the month of August), I ran only .225 miles a day throughout the month of August. Wow - 13.1 in one day was my goal, damn! Only 12.875 miles to go. WTF, not happening!
September rolled around and I still had every intention of starting my training program and running the race. On or around October 7 (3 days prior to the Oct. 10th race), I told my friend "there's absoluteley no way that I can run this race! I haven't trained at all and I don't want to die in Baltimore" so we made the decision the "downgrade" to the 5k because I knew I could definitely run 3 miles...or so I thought. I mean, I did take about 10 miles off what I had originally planned - couldn't be that hard to do...
Next thing I know it's Friday (day before the race) and I decide I should get my plan together for Saturdays big 5k! Well for some reason they started the 5k at 9am-ish and I knew we'd have to take the bus or light rail in and out and that I wouldn't get back to VA until at least 1:30.
This wasn't going to work! I had a 2 pm wedding to attend and needed time to shower and get ready. This would be wayyyy more trouble than it was worth. I called my friend and cancelled on her with less than 24 hours to go.....so not only did I pump myself up to friends and family about running a half marathon, I made my friend run the race alone. I guess I just hit that runner's wall marathoners talk about, just a little earlier than most.
But look at the bright side: at least I got a 75 dollar bag of junk and an under armour tee..... Right? (shakes head in disgust)
Kristen "Ay" Freudiger, illegal immigrant
Well August came and went...
I got married- went on my honeymoon, you know, the usual summer shenanigans! In the whole month I might have ran a total of 7 miles. So that means (31 days in the month of August), I ran only .225 miles a day throughout the month of August. Wow - 13.1 in one day was my goal, damn! Only 12.875 miles to go. WTF, not happening!
September rolled around and I still had every intention of starting my training program and running the race. On or around October 7 (3 days prior to the Oct. 10th race), I told my friend "there's absoluteley no way that I can run this race! I haven't trained at all and I don't want to die in Baltimore" so we made the decision the "downgrade" to the 5k because I knew I could definitely run 3 miles...or so I thought. I mean, I did take about 10 miles off what I had originally planned - couldn't be that hard to do...
Next thing I know it's Friday (day before the race) and I decide I should get my plan together for Saturdays big 5k! Well for some reason they started the 5k at 9am-ish and I knew we'd have to take the bus or light rail in and out and that I wouldn't get back to VA until at least 1:30.
This wasn't going to work! I had a 2 pm wedding to attend and needed time to shower and get ready. This would be wayyyy more trouble than it was worth. I called my friend and cancelled on her with less than 24 hours to go.....so not only did I pump myself up to friends and family about running a half marathon, I made my friend run the race alone. I guess I just hit that runner's wall marathoners talk about, just a little earlier than most.
But look at the bright side: at least I got a 75 dollar bag of junk and an under armour tee..... Right? (shakes head in disgust)
Kristen "Ay" Freudiger, illegal immigrant
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