Holy. Crap.
The girl who quit the high schooltrack team the first day. That's me.
It all started with checking off one of my bucket list items of running a 5k. I trained with the 5k Runner app, and fell in love with running.
I don't much run for time or speed, I savor the distance and endurance. I love pacing myself for distances I never ever fathomed possible. Not in my craziest dreams!
I have kept my 13.1 mile ambitions quiet. I've told a few family members, and my closet friends. It just feels like a wish upon a star type thing. Can't believe I could actually accomplish this goal. Pinch me.
I've been using this training schedule I found via Pinterest. I modified a bit to make my long run days Thursday since that is when Georgia enjoys her weekly trip to her "school". Last week I conquered my 10 mile run AND officially registered for my race. The Midsouth Championship Marathon and Half. It is in Wynne, about 2 ish hours from home.
Here are my last three long run Thursday stats.
My motto throughout this process had been Start slow, Finish strong. No worrying about how fast I am. Just focusing on distance, pacing myself, and enjoying the run. Pacing myself is the best gift I ever gave to my running soul. There will always be somebody faster than I am. Trying to outrun anybody else takes the enjoyment out of my run.
I've just been focusing on my distances and building my stamina, speed naturally increases as I get stronger.
Cue cheesy orchestral music here....
Running is super therapeutic. I told Josh last week "I'll be right back, I have to go run before I kill somebody" as soon as my feed hit the pavement exercise enduced endorphins baptized me with their goodness. For real, I felt lighter. Mind cleared. All those cliques.
