The Princess Half Marathon is this Sunday, six days away. I haven't run any considerable distance in what will be three weeks due to injury, so I am just hoping to finish. I have gotten reassurance from many people that my fitness should still be there -- I'm just hoping the injury feels completely healed so that I can at least feel I'm doing my best. Light cardio training this week and one more chiropractor appointment -- here's hoping and praying it all works out in the end.
I have been very remiss in posting blog entries, but I'm still running. On November 20th, I ran a 10k. It was an inspiring and humbling experience all in one. I had only run five miles at that point, a good 1.2 short of the distance, and I'd only done that once. The 10k would be my new long run, but I had committed to a friend that I would do it, and I refused to back out. I figured that in a worst case scenario I'd have to walk some of it, but I hoped not to.
I didn't walk any of it -- I ran the whole darn thing. And it was hard! The five mile marker came at the end of a bridge over a tidal bay, and as you looked hopefully at the marker declaring only 1.2 left, a hill rose from it. And this was a HILL. It sat there mocking -- like a huge middle finger in the road. I was running alone. I had several friends all running the race, too, but as they were faster than I am, I was now trudging along on my own. To make sure that I didn't run too fast, I had kind of fallen into a pace behind a man (who I later learned was 64, ding to my pride). As long as he kept running, I did, too. But, when we go to that hill, he started to WALK! I wanted to scream, "No! Please keep running! If you walk, I have no reason to keep running." But then, I dug deep and just kept running -- on my own -- with no one to tell me to, no one watching or judging -- I did it for me.
And I did it. I ran the whole thing. It was a milestone for me in my training journey, and it really helped confirm that I will be able to do the half.
So, almost three months later, I have completeted two 10 mile long runs. I ran another 5k where I took 3 minutes off my first time and broke 10 min/mi. Today's long run wasn't as good -- I was supposed to do 11 and ended up doing 7 due to a slight back injury. But for once, I'm not freaking out. I'm confident that I will be able to run 13.1 in just three weeks, and I can't wait to cross that finish line. My daughter will be there waiting for me, and that will make all the training worth it.