We’re five days away from the Country Music Half Marathon, and running has basically taken over our lives. Subsequently, our gear has taken over our home. We have a lot of gear.
We leave on Thursday, and I can’t believe that I’m heading to Nashville as a runner instead of a spectator. There were several weeks, when I was laid up with my knee injury, when I was sure I wasn’t going to be recovered in time to run the half. I felt it in my gut – it just wasn’t happening. I lay in bed night after night trying to mentally prepare myself to watch from the sidelines. I needed to be OK with that.
But I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains. Because that’s not happening! I’m going to line up at the start with everybody else. I’m going to do this thing.
Will I be running the entire 13.1 miles? No, unfortunately not. Will I be finishing with an impressive time? Definitely not. But I’m finishing, damnit. I’m going to get one of those finisher medals and I’m probably going to wear it to bed for the next month. And guess what! The medals have GLITTER on them. It’s like they were made for me.
I’m not going to lie – my training has been rough. I’ll essentially be going into this with only four solid weeks of running behind me, and that’s really not enough. My longest run was Saturday – I ran 6.25 miles and then walked another 1.75 for a total of 8. On race day, I hope to run between 8 and 10 miles, and I’ll walk the rest. According to my coach, that’s the only way to ensure I’ll make it through without re-injuring myself, and that’s just fine with me. If I finish, I’m happy.
This little guy – my favorite running buddy besides Brad – will be keeping me on track:
I can’t tell you how much I love my Garmin Forerunner 210. I have to write a separate post about it when I get back. I know GPS watches aren’t for everyone, but I can’t imagine running without it.
Today is my very last physical therapy appointment. It’s been seven weeks since I started, and well, I’m afraid to tell you how much better my knees feel because I’m terrified of jinxing myself. Let’s just say that physical therapy is magical and I am very, very, very grateful.
This is going to sound melodramatic, but I had no idea how much I took my body for granted until I found myself unable to use it the way I wanted to. I was miserable just because I couldn’t run – can you imagine how awful it must be to lose the ability to walk? Every day that I’m able to put one foot in front of the other is such a gift. I’m going to try my best to remember that.
So, anybody have any half marathon advice?