I don't run... My body complains and my mind plays lazy tricks on me. But it's done-I signed up for a half marathon; for better or worse I will be on the road September 25th next to my dear friend, Erica, with 13.1 miles in front of me. If that's not scary enough, we will be on that road at 7 o'clock in the morning.
My experience:
I 'ran' four miles twice in my life. My other adventures consisted of one or two miles at a time. I'm lucky if I can run a mile in 15 minutes and the fastest I've ever traveled a mile on foot is about 10:45. So, I don't ever really run-It's more of a 'plod'. Not only that, I do it irregularly.
A year-and-a-half ago I promised my mother a half marathon in return for a gym membership. Needless to say, I came a little short. I'm easily distracted and during college I was always just too busy during the day and there was no way I was going to get up at 7 a.m. to go for a little jaunt.
Today:
It's been two weeks since I signed up for the half marathon, and I've 'run' about four-five times. I got a training schedule from a woman's marathon running book; I liked it because for the first few weeks it sets running time goals instead of mileage goals. Unfortunately, the program is a 20 week one and I only had about 15 weeks. I started at week 5, and so far I'm slacking. But I have faith in myself. If I can jog four miles, I'm sure I will be able to go for 13.1 miles... eventually.
I'm 23 and in relatively good health-possibly on the line of great health. In theory, this should be a greatly achievable goal. It should also be a great way for me to get to know myself. Setting a challenging goal is a way to push limits and see what your body and mind is capable of. I'm excited to succeed.
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