I finished my final long run of my training for the Half Marathon yesterday. Somehow in the past few months of training, I have transitioned my thoughts. I don’t think you can run 13 miles and not call yourself a runner. I used to hem and haw when someone would ask me “Are you a runner?”. I would say “Well, I run, but I am not really a runner…” Well, folks…you heard it here first. I AM A RUNNER.
I find myself dreading the long run the day before it. I have this double-digit run hanging over me. But then I am out there–and I am enjoying myself! I can’t believe it either…but I enjoy running for 2 hours! I never, EVER thought those words would come out of my mouth. It is nice because it is the ONLY two hours in the week that are mine, all mine. At least 2 of my other 3 weekly runs include The Boy, which I also really enjoy but I don’t get to just turn off and have MY time. I find that I love to be out on the quiet roads first thing in the morning. I like running down the middle of the road with no one else in sight.
I am truly amazed at where my feet can take me, both physically and mentally. My feet take me places. My feet take me up and down hills, my feet take me to other towns (it is always exciting to cross town lines with your feet!!), my feet take me a higher stream of consciousness. My feet allow me to turn my brain off to everything else that consumes it for every other minute of the day. My feet allow me to think through my problems. My feet have transformed me.
I never ever thought I would run anything longer than a 5K. Even when I first “officially” announced my half marathon goal, I didn’t really believe myself. And now here I am thinking that I might not enjoy running 5K’s anymore because they are too short. For once in my life, running isn’t about keeping in shape or getting in shape. Running IS about doing things I didn’t know I was capable of doing. Running IS about being a role model. Running IS about being the healthiest woman I can be. Running IS about keeping me sane. Running IS about being the best Mommy I can be. If it were not for my Little Man, I never would have set this goal. I still would have been struggling though 5K’s telling people “…I’m just someone who runs…”. I knew the birth of my first child would change me, but I never would have predicted it would have made me a runner!
The next obstacle I face is getting through the winter. I will be the first to admit I have always been a fair-weather runner–which is easy to do in the summer. New England winters are not for the recreational runner. Will I make it through the winter? Will I tough it out outside? Will I plod through the cold on the treadmill? It remains to be seen. But the little person inside of me still says “You are not a real until you keep running through the winter”.
How ’bout you? Do you run through the winter? Tell me about it… Also, any playlist suggestions for the Half? Yes, I love to run, but I am not that crazy that I can listen to my footfalls for two hours. Some people would say that doesn’t make me a true runner, but those people can suck it–Eminem makes me FAST!