For the Barney Stinson’s of the world I have to come clean and let you know that I’m jumping ship…as of today I will no longer be prescribing to the “not training for a marathon team.” Here’s a little account of my transition from being a sporadic runner into being a real runner…
As many of you already know, a couple years ago I got this crazy idea that I wanted to run a marathon. I didn’t necessarily want to or not want to train for it, but I had it in my head that regardless of whether I ran a mile, ten, fifteen or twenty in advance, I would still be crossing that finish line 26.2 miles later on the day of the race. And so it unfolds that I began signing up for marathons and half marathons, not training, and just waking up the morning of to get out there and do it. I have been proud of myself for completing two registered marathons and several half marathons but I have never been thrilled with my time. And what has started to bother me more is that if this is something that I really care about why am I not acting like I care at all? So low and behold, I will train.
It’s one thing for me to tell myself that I will train, but by broadcasting my newfound commitment to training I now have something to keep me accountable. And as much as I need this to keep me motivated, maybe this could help kick your own existent/nonexistent marathon goal into high gear, or at the very least help to expand your running/workout playlist.
To my friends and family that have supported me for my sporadic and reckless running habits, thank you for letting me do it my way. To my friends and family who found it annoying that I said I was running a marathon and never trained, thank you for forcing me to find accountability and attempt to follow an actual training regiment – here’s to hoping it lasts J
(don’t worry Erk I’ll still write in my little orange notebook so that you can make fun of me)
What I’m running to (day #1): Some Nights- Fun.
Fueled by Endorphins 