It all started with my aunt and running buddy, Lana. We started running together in the spring, and around May, decided that the family (Lana, my dad, George, and I) would do a half marathon. At the time, my long runs were between six and eight miles. I was nervous about finishing 13.1, and I couldn't even fathom 26.2.
8 and 10 miles down!
In June, July, and August, we built up to 10 miles, then 13.1. During our long runs, I'd hear my aunt mention her next marathon in December. In the very back of my head, I couldn't help but think to myself, "If I kept adding mileage... I wonder if I could ever do that?"
George and I went on vacation, and I thought a lot about doing that marathon with my aunt. Mostly, I shared my thoughts out loud, and poor George had to listen.
*By the end of this thing, George will also deserve a medal for having to listen to me complain, worry, plan, recap, celebrate, and whine.
On Friday night, I decided that I was going to do it. I typed in my credit card number and said a prayer. I'm officially registered for the Rocket City Marathon on December 14th in Huntsville, Alabama. Just typing that out makes me want to throw up a little bit.
|Sitting in the grass after 16 miles!|
I have three months and a few days to figure out how I'm going to tack on the last 10 miles to that 16 miler I did on Saturday. I think I can do it. I have a couple of half marathons coming up, so that will give me good racing and pacing practice. I plan on doing a few more 16's, 18's, and a 20 (if not two), before then.
|Picture I took of the sunrise on last week's 16 miler|
Wish me luck!
Have you done a marathon? Any advice?