I’m running my 12th half marathon this morning. (I think it’s 12. I really need to triple check that number.) At race pickup Friday evening the man asked if this was going to be my first half. I never intended to run any half marathons or even a full.
I remember seeking information about Team in Training. I wanted to get involved and the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society was an organization that I supported. I vaguely remember not being able to say “no.”
I posted on Facebook about TNT and mentioned I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. A friend messaged me and advised I run a full marathon because if I ran a half, I’d never want to run a full – but I could always fall back to a half later in my racing career.
8 years ago this past week I ran my first full marathon. It was such a great experience. Going back and reading the post, looking at the photos and remembering that time almost makes me want to do another race with Team in Training again.
Marathons are brutal. They are time-consuming and they can leave you exhausted. And I’ve sworn off full marathons. (Now I find myself wondering if I should really let that last one be it.)
So if you’re reading this on Saturday morning, think good, fast thoughts. I could use them.