This has been a while in coming. It's something that's been nagging me at the back of my mind. When I've considered doing it, I get that queasy feeling in my gut. But I've finally come to the decision that I'm going to run a half-marathon in May.
I'm close to a couple of overachievers. Chad has run a half-marathon and a full. My sis-in-law, Maren, has done both as well. In fact, she's been a big source of encouragement. She keeps asking when I'm going to do it. There are some ladies at the gym who've done it and say I should, too.
I've felt overwhelmed at the thought of going for 13.1 miles. It's terribly far! The most I've ever run at once was about 8 or 9 miles, which was a few years ago. Right now, after some concerted effort, I'm at 4 miles. And getting that 4 miles out today was not easy. My original thinking was I wanted to run the whole 13 miles. But after this morning, I'm wondering if that isn't a bit lofty?
I'm reading a great little book, "Marathoning for Mortals" which leads me to believe this goal I have is actually achievable. The hardest part will not be running the 13 miles, but the training. It's not something I can decide a month beforehand to do. I've got to have a training schedule and put in the time each week.
I look at other people who have accomplished this and realize that they are not more capable than I am. They just decided they were going to do it dedicated themselves to it.
And that's where this journey begins. May, in Ogden is where it plays out.