Yup. I ran a half marathon. My goofy butt ran a half marathon at a 14 min/ mile pace. I am ridiculously proud of myself. I trained hard, I ran to first 10 miles non-stop, only walked 4x, and I wasn’t last. WINNING! But why the hell did I do it? And why am I so proud?!
I’ll be the first to admit it: I am selfish. I ran this FOR ME and ONLY ME. I took time away from my husband and kids, missed time with friends, didn’t clean my house enough, skimped on volunteering, and didn’t blog regularly so I could run. I put running first so I could prepare for this half marathon. WHY?!
To prove to myself that I can do anything I put my mind to.
Literally, that was the only reason why. I wanted to know that if I committed to something I could do it. So I did it. And I learned a shit-ton about myself in the process. Running is a very personal sport with a huge community behind it. If you ever want to know how
I am a MFBAMF
For those of you not hip to the acronyms that means a M*therF*cking BadassM*otherF*ucker. And yes, I am one. Running any distance is no joke. You hear runners all the time talking about ‘only running x miles’ but
Every mile I logged, no matter how slow, was a mile that I was not sitting on my ass. I ran in the cold, snow, freezing rain, regular rain, on a treadmill, and on indoor tracks. This takes dedication beyond belief. And anyone who does this is a BADASS.
I am reslient
I have Type 1 diabetes which means that any endurance sport takes special effort. I have to constantly monitor my blood sugar and make sure that it is within an acceptable range to continue or start running. This means that I had to put off runs, stop runs, or change up runs without any notice.
This is generally not within my control. Having my regular shake helped, but wasn’t always a guarantee. I had to be flexible, which meant being willing and able to alter my training schedule at a moments notice. I am surprised that I stuck with it, despite the diabetes challenges. Apparently, I am awesome.
Mindset is everyting
When I was at mile 10.5 I started to have doubts. My left calf had been cramping since mile 9. There were barely any people behind me. The water station people were starting to clean up. The police officers no longer applauded, they looked annoyed. The parking lots from the 5K were almost empty. I was finishing my race, but it seemed like everyone else had moved on completely. I kept going. I told myself this was for ME and no one else. The people that were walking down the street still applauded me and that was good enough. Who cares that everyone else had left, my kids and husband were at the finish line.
Even that wasn’t the driver: the driver was ME. I told myself I could so I kept going and I ran that last mile with all my heart and it took everything in me not to cry seeing my sons’ and husband’s faces when I crossed that finish line. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. Because even though the photographer didn’t quite capture my finish, I FINISHED. Because I told myself I could. Who cares about anything else. YOUR OPINION OF YOURSELF IS WHAT MATTERS.
No one gives a shit
I mean this in a good way. I finished 626/644 overall. Do you know the only people that REALLY care? #1 and #644. #1 has the responsibility of keeping up their status. #644 finished a half freakin marathon. There is literally no losers. We all finished and we are all awesome.
I plan to run another half marathon in the fall. My only goal? Finishing at 3:04. Notice how I don’t want to be #1, I just want to be better than I was before. Running is a personal sport for most, and who the F cares where you finish, as long as YOU are happy with it. Consider this a life lesson: You are only ever competing against yourself. Get used to it.
I actually have to take care of my body nutrition wise
It’s funny because I was like BACON CHEESEBURGERS FOR LIFE after my first long run. But oddly, that did nothing for me. It just made me feel like crap. So I took that lesson and upped my shake intake and doubled my Juice Plus. It was then that I started to notice the lack of soreness. a lot of running folks are AMAZED that the day after (as I write this) I am not sore. My IT band in my left leg is a little tight from running on curved roads, but otherwise, I am fine. I did take an Epsom salt bath, but I’m
I have amazing bathroom habits
I know you’re all like WTF right now, but any religious runner knows what I mean. I have NEVER had to stop a run to ‘go’. I’ll be honest with Y’all (no matter how uncomfortable) but I go #2 1-3x per day. How did I get so lucky? Well, it wasn’t always this way. It comes down to predictable nutrition (or in my case Juice Plus) and a host of gut-friendly foods and activites. Oddly, my kids are the same way. Coincidence? I think not. Take your Juice Plus folks.
Your weight is irrelevant
I am overweight. I pretty much always have been since adolescence. Even though I have A LOT of muscle, I am considered overweight by BMI standards. People often think of ‘overweight’ as ‘out of shape’ but let me tell you: I will gladly outrun a lot of ‘healthy weight’ people any day. You may look at me and think ‘unhealthy’ but I’ll bet you 100$ I can outrun you if you are a ‘healthy weight’ person who doesn’t work out regularly. My blood pressure, cholesterol, triglycerides, and all other measurable blood work shows that I am physically fit.
Just because I am not a bikini model doesn’t mean I can’t kick ass. Do not let these arbitrary numbers fool you. THEY DOESN’T MATTER.
There are so may thoughts emotions, and knee-jerk reactions to my half marathon. Some people will consider is ridiculous and irrelevant. Others will consider is inspiring. No matter what, I can not control what people think. I am PROUD of myself and will continue to be so. This post is not meant to be a ‘go run’ post. It’s more like a ‘go do what you think you can’t’ post. Because you can, you REALLY can.