I ran 10 miles tonight. So. Freaking. Happy. It was my first 10-miler post surgery. I’m not gonna lie, I was hurtin’ the last 3 miles. But I’m so glad I convinced myself not to give up and to keep going. I might be limping around Chicago the rest of the week, but I’m alright with that ; ).
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I never thought the day would come. I’ve finally accepted the fact that I will never have those skinny stick-thin model legs. No matter how much I run, don’t run, lift, or don’t lift, eat, or don’t eat. (Let’s be real: I love food way too much to stop eating so I guess we’ll never know if that would work). I’m happy to say that I’ve embraced my muscular runner’s legs and have grown to not only love them, but to be proud of them.
Mind you, I might have a slight change of heart when it’s fall again and I can’t fit into 90% of the cute riding boots I want because of my ridiculous calves; but for now, it’s summer and I fully intend on wearing the little lace shorts I’m obsessed with and rocking mini dresses without a care in the world.
P.S. I leave for Portugal in less than 2 weeks and I couldn’t be more excited!
I love this Bill Rodgers quote because it’s so true. Nothing inspires me more than getting passed by an eighty year old man in the middle of a race and looking up only to see a girl with a prosthetic limb powering along. Anyone can be a runner. Don’t get discouraged if you’re just starting out and can barely run for 2 minutes without having an athsma attack; trust me, I’ve been there. You will get past that stage. It might hurt for a few weeks, or even a few months, but trust me – you will get there.
When my alarm went off at 5:00 this morning, I really, really, wanted to go back to bed. As always, I’m so glad that I didn’t.
I got in a 5 mile run and I actually felt amazing. The weather was perfect this morning. Later tonight I’m going to a Xfit class at the gym. I’m trying to focus more on my arm strength and not just the running.
Hope you’re having a lovely Tuesday!
Running a marathon changed my life. When I graduated from college and left the world of team sports for good, I found myself searching for the ‘missing piece’ that had filled my life for so long. I always had my teammates as best friends and a common goal to work towards – whether it was qualifying for districts in the hurdles or placing in my next regatta. As relieved as I was when I no longer had to attend the practices that consumed most of my life, I missed it. I missed working towards a goal and having something to strive for. Most importantly, I missed that adrenaline rush and the natural high (that lasts for weeks… months, even!) after accomplishing something amazing.
That’s when I started running.
First on my list was the Broad Street Run. A ten miler. Now, it sounds like a piece of cake but at the time I was terrified. I’d never run 10 miles before the day of the race and I wasn’t even sure if I could. As painful as it was, I finished the race and I didn’t stop once. After that, I was hooked. I immediately signed up for my first half marathon and from there my love for racing blossomed.
I remember one day at my office someone asked me if I was running in the Philadelphia Marathon. To which I replied, “Nope, I’m not.” As I walked away, I thought to myself, Seriously though… why aren’t you?! I sat down at my desk and signed up immediately. And that was that. My training began the next day.
The next 5 months of training were tough, I’m not gonna lie. There were times that I would breakdown and cry. How was I ever going to run 26.2 miles when the half marathon that I ran in September was so painful? I couldn’t imagine turning around and running the course over again. Luckily, I had (and have) a great support system. My family, boyfriend and friends were always right behind me, encouraging me during the training process. I would call up my dad some days (who is also a runner) and say, “Dad, I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this!” He always told me that I could and that I would.
When I was training for the marathon, my first 20-miler attempt was a complete fail. My body literally shut down and I could barely walk. Looking back, I’m glad that happened. It made me realize that every training run isn’t going to be easy. I also got to know my body a lot better. I learned that I absolutely needed to properly hydrate. I needed to carry a water bottle with me whenever I was running 10+ miles. I needed to eat; food is fuel. By the time the race day came around, I knew my body better than I ever had before.
After months of blood, sweat and tears (literally), race day arrived and I was ecstatic and terrified at the same time. My goal was to (1) finish the race, (2) not stop and (3) run under 5 hours. I accomplished all three goals. As I crossed the finish line at 4:26, I looked to the left and saw my entire family, my boyfriend and my best friend cheering me on. My eyes welled up with tears and I knew from that moment forward, I could do anything that I put my mind to. I was forever changed.
If you want to run a marathon but are skeptical, I say, “do it.” You won’t regret it. It will change the way you think about the world, the way you think about yourself, and the way you conquer goals and challenges.