When I was young I remember many races, but it was the Columbus Marathon that he ran to qualify for the Boston Marathon, that stands out the most. I didn't fully appreciate it at the time, but my dad is a kick-booty runner.
I remember my dad encouraging me to try running. My response?
"I will only run if someone bad is chasing me."
A couple years ago, something funny happened: I started running. For exercise and, get this, for fun. Yes, me, the non-runner. The mom to a baby and a toddler...started running.
Why running? With a toddler and a baby, time to myself was, shall I say, limited? But I knew how good I felt (and how important it was to my sanity) when I got in some exercise, and running allowed me to fit in a quicker endorphin rush during my busy mommy days.
Last fall my dad and I ran a 5 mile race together. Afterwards, my dad challenged me:
"What will you do next?"
On a whim, over the winter, I began looking at half-marathon training schedules. Between the crazy mild weather that afforded lots of outdoor running and perhaps a little bit of naivete, I signed up for the Capital City Half Marathon.
Get this: On Saturday I ran 13.1 miles, and no one bad was chasing me.
|SPH, R and G after I crossed the finish line. Tears of joy and relief were fast flowing.|
I share this story not to brag, but to encourage. When I began running, I could run for about 3-4 minutes straight. A mile was not even possible. I am no super-athlete.
But Saturday's race taught me a couple things:
1. Never, ever, ever say "never." Or "impossible."
2. Runner's high is real. I have hardly stopped smiling since crossing the finish line.
3. I love a good challenge.
4. As a mom to young children, *you* are important and you have to take care of yourself.
So I ask you: what have you wanted to do that you think you can't? Try. Just put one foot in front of the other and you might be surprised where you end up!
|Enjoying a little post-race bubbly, a definite race bonus.|
And so it's a new week and I'm enjoying the training schedule demands for the week: rest, no running, just take it easy.
Peas and Love,