For the past 4 years of my life, I’ve called myself a runner. But even as I type that out, I almost feel like it’s a title I don’t deserve. I haven’t always been faithful to my “hobby” and I haven’t always loved it either.
I started as an almost 30-year-old couch potato who needed an outlet. I had a few friends who were runners or starting to run and it seemed like a simple & inexpensive hobby (HA!) so I gave it a try too.
Whatever it was, it worked. It was exactly what I needed at that time in my life and apparently it still is. I’m not exactly sure how man races I’ve run, but I do know they stretch from 1 mile to 13.1 miles in length. And I don’t have an exact count of how many miles I’ve logged, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if that number was over 1,000.
Some of those miles have been fast & easy, others have been slow and painful, but they have all been memorable.
Now, fast forward to the summer of 2017…
Somewhere in our conversations the crazy idea to finally run “that marathon” we were hoping to do “someday” came up. At first it was a joke, a silly thought. Then it began to feel attainable. At some point, before I really realized what was happening, it was a plan.
We are actually going to do it.
For the past 4 months we’ve been working and training the best we can. Marathon training is demanding. It is so hard to cut out a three-hour chunk of time to go run and to cross train on top of that. Anna and I committed to take as little time from our families as we could. We often did our training runs late in the evening, each one grew a little darker, longer and colder than the one before. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked.
We virtually started from scratch, she with an infant at home, and we worked our way up to a 16 mile run. We’ve come so far, but 10 miles more is still a long way to go. Some would say we aren’t ready. And let’s face it, we may not be. But that’s okay.
We aren’t running this race to set an impressive time. We’re running this race so we have no regrets. We’re running to prove to our children, and ourselves, that we can do hard things. That we are capable of doing more than we think we can. And when I want to quit, I know she’ll remind me of that.
Am I excited? Of course!
Am I scared? You bet!
Is it going to be hard? I don’t think I have a clue just how hard it will be.
But ready or not, the time is here.
I am so abundantly thankful to be running this race, together.
I’ll be sharing our marathon progress on IG stories this Sunday.
We’d love to have you cheer us on!