Well 13.1 didn't kill me.
In fact, it did quite the opposite. It inspired me. I wish I could say it inspired me to write... but the 2 month lapse of time between the race & this post puts that to rest. No, actually it inspired me to walk & run.... more. Let me explain.
I've heard many of my friends who have finished a marathon or half-marathon immediately talk about the next one they hope to run. Six months ago I thought this was nuts. You just finished a major athletic event and you want to do it again?!?!? But after finishing the Geist half marathon in May, I absolutely see their point. While my legs were in pain & my body was hurting, the rush of adrenaline you feel when you know you only have 1 more mile to go is incredible. To realize you're actually going to cross the finish line gives you this amazing boost, right when you need it most.*
*slight disclaimer - if you are 18 weeks pregnant and kicking butt with two giant blisters on the balls of your feet, the boost might not be quite as euphoric. In fact, it may make you want to toss your bouncing teammates into the reservoir. You spare them though because you're an amazing friend.
I love the way my body has responded to this form of exercise. Parts that were flabby are now toned & I have a lot more energy than I used to. Like most of us, I still complain about wanting to lose a few more pounds or tone my new problem area. But deep down I know that I've done something great for both my body & mind. I know that completing the half-marathon in May gave me that boost that I so badly craved. It also kick-started a deep desire to continue to do things that benefit my body & overall health. The key to staying on track? doing more half-marathons. I need a literal finish line to motivate me. So back into training I go. In October I'm going to do the Evansville Half Marathon, most likely as a power walker again. My goal this time is to tighten my time & see if I can even run a bit of it. If that goes well, I hope to cross the finish line again in May at Geist... as a runner.
The great part is, because this is my journey, if I end up running the whole thing next year or finish with a run/walk mix, I still win. As long as I keep on moving & continue to let my iPod & size 8 Asics work as my personal therapists.
A bit of a side note:
It's hard to believe I've taken such a long time to blog about this... but sometimes the more time I let pass between blogs, the harder it is to get back into it. The funny thing is, I'm almost constantly blogging in my head. Every day my inner narrator is working away on the next post. The first draft, in my head of course, is clear, well-written and perfectly expressed. By the time I sit down however, the eloquent phrasing of the original draft is long gone & I'm left with a rough outline of something I don't quite remember. Oh well, this is probably why I was never successful at keeping a journal. Here's hoping for more time to transfer the inner journals to my actual blog.