Ever since July I've been training for a half marathon. I almost want to put that in air quotes because I've gone several weeks with little to no training to speak about.
In three weeks I will run half of an actual marathon and I am fairly confident that I will live to write about it.
A week ago I ran 8.5 miles and yesterday I clocked exactly 10.5 miles.
That was the longest distance I have ever run in my entire life and I am so goddamned proud I could just hug you!
I put on my clothes, bandaid up my feet, lace up my shoes, pull on a cap, strap on a fuel belt, a watch, sometimes even a heart-rate monitor, and grab my handheld water bottle, my iPod, and put my iPhone in a plastic bag, in case of rain, and head out the door. It is ... time consuming. From planning out my route to remembering to eat certain foods and pack my Sport Beans.
I miss lazing around the house on Sunday afternoons with the kids. I miss exercising for fun. I'll be so glad when this is all over but for now, I'm just so freaking proud of how far I have come.
Also my toes will be glad too, for now? Bruises UNDER the nail. HOTT, right!?