Mommy Hobbies running: 10 mile run running
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
My mind is still in shock. Saturday I overcame a long time fear. Running more than 8 miles. If you’ve been reading me for a while, you’ll know that my longest run to-date was only 8 miles. It was something I was extremely proud of but couldn’t seem to push past, for several months. But, that’s all changed and I have a new goal to reach. My next run will be 13 miles.
Yesterday was the ING NYC Marathon, a marathon I was supposed to run in. Remember my plea for support oh so long ago? I feel slightly embarrassed that I was unable to come through with my goal, but I didn’t realize that running in the NYC Marathon wasn’t just simply signing up. There are guidelines. Now, I’m aware and have recently applied for the lottery to guarantee myself a slot in the 2012 43rd running of the race. If I don’t win the lottery, there is always spring where I can try again for a spot…I mean, over 47,000 people ran through the streets of NYC yesterday!! Can you imagine? This is no small thing.
So, Saturday, as I was winding my way through the hills and back roads of Central Pa, I started chanting to myself, “if I want to run a marathon, this is is what I have to do. I can’t give up. I have to keep moving…” Over and over I repeated those words, I zoned out, I breathed, I enjoyed every step and then I imagined my victory dance. Mentally, I was doing war-whoops and screaming ecstatically, but when my Garmin finally clicked over to 10 miles, I gave out a pathetic yelp…well, a couple of weak yelps. The sense of pride that overcame me was amazing. I did my “impossible”. It was MY impossible. I ran 10 miles, non-stop. ‘Nuff said.
I came inside and my knees felt like they were going to burst. There were really sore and felt swollen. Ice packs to the rescue. D set me up and I chilled (hahah) for about 20 minutes, I stretched, rolled out my muscles and had very little after effects. Today, my muscles are slightly sore, but I’m ready for another run. I feel like I can do anything right now. Running 10 miles is just THAT good. I wonder what 15 miles feels like? And 26.2? That must be runner’s heaven…
*Dear Fairy Jog Mother, hear me out…don’t let me give out on my commitment, ya hear? Give me bright happy running gear for Christmas and keep my nose warm during my long winter runs ahead…thanks in advance. Oh! One last thing, I really, REALLY don’t want to lose my pinky toe toenail. Can you work a deal for me on that one?*