… the runs are getting longer, but I’m getting stronger, and it feels good. Really good.
Don’t get me wrong, though – it’s not all fun and games, especially when I have to get up at 6:45am to get in a good run before I become absorbed in my schoolwork, meetings, etc. It’s not fun when I can’t stay out as late as I would like with my friends on the weekend because I have to wake up and run 10+ miles the next morning (I mean, I guess I technically could if I really wanted to, but my body wouldn’t be so happy with me). And it’s especially not fun when I take off my shoes after a long run only to wince in pain at the sores, blisters, and bloody toenails (TMI?).
However, as my steps have turned into strides and my strides have turned into a mile, and my mile has turned into 8, 9, and even 10 miles, I have had ample time to think about this whole running a half marathon thing. Here are three things I’ve come to realize:
1. Anyone can do it. Trust me, I am the opposite of athletic. I played (if you could even call it that) tennis in high school, but that was pretty much the extent of my athleticism. Let’s just say being graceful is not one of my best qualities (case in point: when I sprained my ankle sophomore year after tripping down the stairs. NEVER READ WHILE YOU’RE WALKING, PEOPLE). But here I am, running more than I ever thought I could because it’s something that I want. And when you want something, you have to chase it. Sometimes figuratively. With a half-marathon, literally.
2. Never underestimate the power of running partners. Even though my friends and I most definitely don’t talk while we’re running (except for occasionally swooning over a ridiculously cute dog we pass on the street), it’s so nice to run next to someone and to vent to someone afterwards about things that the majority of our other friends don’t really want to hear about… like chafing.
3. Although I always knew Boston was a great city, only after running through Beantown has its staggering beauty really struck me. I’ve run through Coolidge Corner, Fenway, BU, Kenmore, and the Boston Commons. I’ve run past hoards of Bostonians in Red Sox hats and Celtics jerseys, past more dogs and babies and taxis and cafés than I can count. I’ve run in the scorching heat and the brisk weather of fall. I’ve run early in the morning and later at night. I’ve run Boston – and I’m itching to keep going.
Stay tuned for more training updates!