I decided to go ahead and post this tonight, instead of tomorrow morning.
I’m running a half marathon this weekend.
It isn’t something I’ve discussed with many people. At least one person almost called me out on Twitter several weeks ago, but I never even posted about it on Facebook. (Though, at least one Facebook friend was onto me because she noticed the insane distances I was running.) If someone asked me if I was running this particular race, I was honest. I just didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it.
In July, my husband was starting to train for the half, and I was running his longer runs with him. A couple of weeks into the longer runs, I decided that if I was going to train with him, I may as well sign up for the race. At the end of July, he realized that training consistently was out of the question, with him traveling out of town often between then and September. He decided to switch to the 5k and told me he didn’t think I could handle the half marathon, since I hadn’t really been training, with the exception of a few longer runs.
So of course, I had to show him that I could do it.
I won’t lie. This race scares me. It was SO hard last year, and I’m concerned I’ll have the same problems with my legs. I’ve trained up to 12 miles, and tapered last week (and I was sick, so the tapering worked out well.) Mentally, though, I’m scared of two major hills.
I’ve been volunteering at packet pick-up the past two days, which would be unusual for some people, but since my employer hosts the event, I’ve been in the know and helping where I can for the past 9 months. Want to see the course? There’s a video on the race website.
Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow with a race report.