Mommy Hobbies running: marathon training running running 16 miles training for a marathon training for the New York Marathon
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
That is my mileage for this year. A lot.
Saturday marked the end of week 11 in my training. A 16 mile run that I had mulled over that week, trying to figure out the best route. Should I do an out and back, a couple of different legs, or straight out and have my husband come and get me? Ultimately, I decided on an out and back.
5:30 comes really early, no matter which way you cut it. hah. I was up and moving, ate my breakfast and on the road by 7:05am.
Mile 1: O. SHOOT! I forgot my GU!!! Seriously? I had to call David, who raced out to give me my precious GU. Poor hunny.
Mile 2: BATHROOM! Yes, my first stop was in the Amish one room school outhouse. Thank GOD. I will not complain that I had to use the restroom in an outhouse, because it had toilet paper, a door and hand sanitizer. Much better than the bushes, any day.
Mile 3: Off comes my light jacket, I’m already warming up, banjo music twanging happily in my ears. But I don’t want to carry my jacket another 13 miles!! I stuff it behind a tree in some random farmer’s field, praying to God this isn’t the day he comes to harvest and my poor jacket would be a million pink pieces in a field of corn… (I later returned at 10pm to get it)
Miles 4-8: Flew by. I’m nearly to the next town by the time I made my turn around and I’m feeling so, so strong.
Miles 9-16: It’s like a dream. My Garmin is doing its job. My music is pumping, giving me happy feet and I finally crest the last hill to my house. I full out sprint. SPRINT to my house and the next I know I’m crying. “I did it. I did it again…” As soon as I reach our driveway, I throw my head back and yell at the top of my lungs, wildly. I race down the driveway and start dancing, doing the running man (or a sorry excuse, because I really don’t know how to do it) and I don’t care who sees me. I just ran 16 miles and it felt like a dream.
This is why I run. What a beautiful feeling of accomplishment. I did something that only a couple months back seemed SO impossible, inconceivable even. The excuses I made for myself are now no longer valid. There ARE no excuses.
Because, I can do this Because, I just DID this!
Here’s to my up and coming 18 miler!!!