Last year at about this time, I made my mind up for to run my first half marathon. 13.1 miles; just so I could say I’d done it. My friend told me afterwards, “I guess you’ll be running the full marathon next year.”
Trust me, I had no want to run 26.2 miles. Heck, I hardly wanted to ever run 13.1 miles…you know, ever again.
But I’m a glutton for punishment and I found myself signing up for the half marathon yet again.
And guess what! I beat last year’s time by 17 minutes and 3 seconds! And I feel so accomplished! Again, I accomplished this feat without training (I’m an athletic anomaly)!
So of course, I’ve already starting planning out my next couple of races and goals and I’ve been completed bitten by the racing bug. Because that’s what I like: the racing but not the training.
Which got me to thinking, why do I like running? I’m not an athlete (or you know, naturally athletic)…no matter how hard I try to be.
Though if there are cute clothes and accessories required, I’ll try anything once.
And I don’t do that training thing. Why train and be in pain for several weeks (or even months) leading up to the race, when you can just be in pain that one day?
I think it’s the fact that I feel like I’m accomplishing the impossible. I’m doing what no one (not even myself) thinks I can do and I love that feeling of accomplishment.
Once in high school, the track coach saw me and said to a girl on the team, “Who’s that girl? She looks like a runner.” To which the girl responded, “That’s Tiffany. I’ve known her all her life and she’s not athletic.”
So it took me a couple of years after that until I actually became a runner…but better late than never. Get excited about all the races and goals I’ve got planned for next year. There will probably be a lot for you to hear about!
Long Story Short: I ran 13.1 miles for the second time and I was better at it than last year. Looking forward to my next race!