You’ve probably seen the facebook memes using emojis for running a half marathon or a marathon. No? Well, you can see one on a blog here. Today I’m going to write about the training cycle, not the actual race itself.
Yippee! I’m signed up for a race!
I am so excited (how many times have I written that? That would probably be 14 times — for the 14 half marathons I’ve run. No wait, that would be 17 times, because I’m already signed up for 3 this year (with a possible fourth on the horizon).
Oh crap! I’ve got to train!
You sign up, you’re so excited and suddenly you realize . . . you actually have to train for this race. Or maybe you decide you don’t really need to train, but that’s not me, so we’ll stick to how I feel (since that’s really all that matters, right? A little sarcasm there folks; I am not President Trump).
You begin to wonder just what were you thinking.
Hey, I got this sh*&!
So you find yourself a coach or training plan, or you dust off an old training plan. Maybe you visit a running store and invest in some new shoes (hopefully in a wild and wacky color, although mine, unfortunately, don’t come in wild and wacky colors — ya hear me Brooks? Newton?).
And you start working your plan. And you feel pretty bada$$.
Make God laugh by making plans
Things are going along pretty good, and then suddenly you get sick. Or injured. Or your kids get sick or injured. Or your parents get sick or injured. Or your furkids. Or you have to travel for work. Or snowmaggedon happens. Or a monsoon. Your dishwasher springs a leak. Your stove explodes.
You get my drift — life happens.
Again, you find yourself thinking what was I thinking?
Will it ever end?
You are so tired. You are eating all.the.food — but maybe not burning off all.the.food. You are tired of hot runs. Of cold runs. Of rainy runs. Of runs on the treadmill.
OMG, am I ready?
Then the big day comes. You suddenly get amnesia (even if you’ve done this multiple times). Did I train enough? Too much? Will I meet my goals? How will I feel if I don’t meet my goals? Will I be DFL? Wait — how do I dress for cold (heat, rain, snow)? What should I eat? What shouldn’t I eat? Should I carry water? Should I walk?
The questions go on and on.
I’m so excited and I can’t hide it
Now, not everyone feels this way, I get this — many people are nervous when they toe the line. See above. But I’m usually excited (unless training didn’t go well and I’m injured and worried about being in pain); I am chatty and probably bothering total strangers with my chattiness (the complete opposite of me in real life).
I wouldn’t say there are no nerves at all, but the excitement usually trumps the nerves. This probably lasts almost the first half of the race.
Will it ever end?
This probably begins to kick in for me around mile 8, but it really depends on the race. But sometime, somewhere, this thought will definitely take hold in my mind.
Especially in that last mile.
It’s time to eat all.the.food!
I cross the finish line and yippee! I don’t have to run another step. I can eat something, although the irony is that I usually am not super hungry. Unless I am.
Usually I am already signed up for the next half, but if I’m not, you can bet I’ll be on that ipad when we get back to the hotel, because, you know, race amnesia.