I have no shame in admitting that I made the decision to train for a half marathon simply because all the cool kids were doing it. I saw the fun, the energy, and the camaraderie the running community exuded and I wanted part of it too. Fitness and social time? Count me IN!
Although my body was by no means race ready, I never questioned my ability to train to be ready by race day. I ran as a kid, I ran in high school, and I continued to run (casually) as an adult. I have great memories of running the military races with my dad as a child, and I had no doubt that if I followed a legit training program and prepared, I would cross the finish line and celebrate my accomplishments alongside many of my friends and mentors. Don’t get me wrong, I was nervous but my jitters came from a confident place inside, and I was optimistic that I could finish strong.
It didn’t go as planned. Maybe it was the universe’s way of throwing me off my high horse, or maybe it was the clock reminding me that I am not that invincible young girl anymore. Shortly after I started my training program, my body began sending me clues that it was no longer in its reliable state, my strides weren’t as fluid as they once were, and I felt as if my joints were begging for a good DW-40 rub down.