After 4 months and 246 total miles of training (complete with blisters, chafing, sweat in places I didn’t know could sweat, and many sore muscles), race day finally arrived. So, after carb loading like there was no tomorrow, I somehow managed to run 13.1 miles in 2:08:21. Continue reading “13.1 and DONE”
Since I have started training for the Boston half-marathon, several people have asked me why I decided to sign up for a 13.1 mile race when the most I have ever run is three miles (no need to reiterate that running is not my forté). Am I doing it to get in shape? To tone my abs or strengthen my quads? To look better for senior year? To have something stand out on my resumé? To be able to say I successfully ran a half-marathon? The questions go on and on, but they don’t quite hit the spot.
I decided to pay the $75 dollar entrance fee and commit myself to this training program because I wanted to commit myself to something, to work towards a goal. To say that the thought of entering my senior year in college is a daunting one would be a gross understatement. So many transitions lie in the near future and that scares the hell out of me. I am so happy with where I am right now in my life – why would I want anything to change? But then again, if my experiences in college have taught me anything, it is that complacency is one of the worst traps to fall into. I have to keep moving forward. I have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
So I guess you could say I’m doing this for myself as a personal project of sorts, and I would agree… with one hesitation.
I wouldn’t sign up for a race in any city. I’m running the race in Boston, the city that has wholeheartedly opened its arms to me. Boston has provided me with a home full of some of the most inspiring friends I could have ever asked for, friends that have helped me grow and become a better version of myself without asking me to hold anything back. So yes, I’m running for myself, but I’m also running for Boston, the city which has kept moving forward in the face of inexplicable horror during and after the 2013 marathon.
I have only spent a mere three years living in Boston, yet I feel as if the majority of my growth has happened there. So it only made sense that I would run the half-marathon there. Whatever happens next year, I know one thing is for sure. I’m going to move forward with good ol’ beantown by my side.